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The Jewel of Arachne
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Ongoing, First published Nov 08, 2018
The world is filled with strange things. Strange places, strange items, and strange people. Though what happens if someone uncovers something that was never supposed to be uncovered? What would happen if someone had power they were never supposed to obtain? What if someone came searching for the source, the totem of growth and the seed to thrive?

The Jewel of Arachne

[[Basically this dude finds some hidden power and some other dude is hunting him to get it back and gain power over everything. Reeves ain't that bad though, Attis is just rude. I wrote this after seeing a prompt with three simple words 'A stolen ring, a fear of Spiders, and a Shady stranger. Please enjoy it!!!!!]]
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