"Last Breath"
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Concluída qui, jul 30, 2020<5 mins
Language: English
Status: Completed
Type: One Shot
->This is a work of fiction and should not be taken seriously. Any names, places, or incidents that occur in the story is purely fictitious. Thank You. Please Enjoy~
Ash Grimstroke on the brink of death...
His life flashing before his eyes, losing consciousness. Everything feeling like a blur, follow him through the last moments.
To his last breath...
"Last Breath" written by RaylLuxraCarthe...
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