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The Heretic King: Risen (WIP)

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"Fine, fine. You want to know everything, tough guy? Well here's the long and short of it; the rapture of all raptures happened. Every religious apocalyptic myth and legend that we know of, and even some we've forgotten all rolled into one giant clusterfuck of chaos, baby.  And this? This isn't even the beginning of what's to come."All Rights Reserved

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