Revelance [DISCONTINUED]

Revelance [DISCONTINUED]

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Two years after over 98% of the world's population is killed, an ex-member of an agency and the criminal he was supposed to pursue, team up with a group of misfits to bring down an evil, murderous government that the group's leader once worked for. Highest rank: #195 in Science Fiction Last updated on: June 7, 2015 Up next: Chapter 14 Lost and Found
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