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Fixed Driftage

Reads 4,050
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Parts 30
Time 5h 30m

Reads 4,050
Votes 71
Parts 30
Time 5h 30m

Mature

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Guerreiro Tavares trained half of his life to be in a mercenary guild. Assassinated people and served criminals. A corpsman when he was in the Navy SEAL but perplexed when he was mandated to watch over a woman in a vegetative state.All Rights Reserved

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