The Caravans
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MatureOngoing10m
Last published Fri, Jun 1, 2018
It was upon a ship discovered in Northern Alaska. The cold and snow flying around probably had something to do with it. A research team was accompanying me to look into the crash. We needed intel as to whether or not it was one of our lost planes or something else more... extraterrestrial.
***Of Lovecraftian inspiration
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