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Przeklęty
  • WpView
    Reads 52
  • WpVote
    Votes 7
  • WpPart
    Parts 4
  • WpHistory
    Time 25m
  • WpView
    Reads 52
  • WpVote
    Votes 7
  • WpPart
    Parts 4
  • WpHistory
    Time 25m
Ongoing, First published Aug 21, 2019
Wyobraź sobie życie w którym na każdym kroku możesz zobaczyć czyjąś śmierć. Straszne?
Tak naprawdę może ci się to przytrafić w prawdziwym życiu jednak masz szczęście.
Ludzie umierają codziennie na całym świecie.
Piotr jest niestety skazany na ciągłe patrzenie na czyjąś śmierć. Na śmierć bliskich i obcych mu ludzi. Jakie piętno odcisnęło na jego psychice owe wydarzenia? Dowiecie się tego w tej opowieści.
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