Blacksword
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- Chapitres 3
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Dernière publication jeu., avr. 11, 2019
"I've always firmly believed we're stories waiting to be written. There's surprise endings, fatal character deaths..." Kaien took a sip of his champagne, gesturing with the now empty flute, and swallowed. "And sequels. Every generation is a sequel, you know?"
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