The Hidden Stone
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Last published Wed, Jun 23, 2021
What measures would an assassin do to find a magical stone? More importantly, why would an assassin want this stone?
~Mystery, Fiction, Fantasy~
Why be the protagonist when you can be the 𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒐𝒏𝒊𝒔𝒕?
I drew the crappy cover so please don't steal it!
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