Norman's Killer

Norman's Killer

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A bloody night, a night when the kingdom of Balhad lost their dear general, General Norman Fletcher. The entire town was left in distress as the news of his death reached the king. The king, on attempt to catch his killer, sent word to the renowned detectives of the kingdom . But what baffled the entire kingdom, was that; each detective that went in search of Norman's killer never returned. Not until the princess decides to secretly go in search of the mysterious killer.because the fire kingdom never had enimes but there know what king does that try disturb his plan
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