Spellbound
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- Parts 5
Ongoing15m
Last published Mon, Jan 28, 2019
"Peter. Wake up, Peter." a distant, soothing voice calls out.
As Peter lies sprawled out in the middle of a deserted kingdom that could only be something that came out of a fantasy book, a thundering roar rings through the emptiness of the land.
A pair of jade green eyes instantly snap open, and a frightened scream escapes Peter's mouth.
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