CRIMSON CURSE
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Ongoing47m
Last published Wed, Feb 10, 2021
"...An' ye will know,for that be the last face ye'er ever see,
The face of a man,the eyes of a beast,
Eyes as cold as the very death they bring,
Crimson,like the blood they are cursed to shed,
Tis a beast that lives among men,curse only lifted with it's death..."
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