Collective Shadows
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Dark. The whole world has gone dark. I can barely feel my bones chattering against the wind. Some say the beast awakened again but I know better. He never went to sleep, cause why would he?
Collective Shadows is the mind blowing poetic compilation of the century, formulating twists and turns at every corner. To sum it all out, this dark journey will leave you hooked.
But beware thee the wolf, for he is coming...
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