Above Demons: The First Key
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Ostatnia publikacja śr., lut 20, 2019
After sleeping for 500000 years in a coffin, he wakes up to state that its time to get out, who is he? or What is he?? making a deal with a young boy granting him a superhuman-like power or what it seems to be, but why?? and how does this power affect this boy's life and personality??
My English is not that good but please have fun, also comment on what you think of my story, as this is my first publish.
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