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The Rusted Crown

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Leituras 15
Votos 0
Capítulos 1
Tempo <5 mins

Leituras 15
Votos 0
Capítulos 1
Tempo <5 mins

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comedy crown post-apocalyptic

He was crouched there, like a demented gargoyle, with an even more demented grin on his face. His skin was scraggly and spotted, dry and cracked. His clothes, almost non-existent. threads barely clinging to his wrinkly and pale skin. On his scraggly, bald head sat a rusted crown, with a clean and opaque gemstone in the middle. And then he finally spoke.Todos os Direitos Reservados

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