Dreaming of a Killer
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Dernière publication lun., mars 8, 2021
Luna has always had trouble sleeping but lately when she does sleep, her dreams have become...odd. Every night she dreams of a man with long black hair, grey eyes, and olive skin that is covered in tribal tattoos that seem to be colored with blood. Who is this man and why does he seem so fixated on her?
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