A Shadow's Sight (MHO Artemis AU)
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Last published Fri, Apr 16, 2021
Artemis remembers what his dad was like. He remembered how he died. He remembered the sinking feeling of feeling blood at his foot.
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This story is based off of a creepypasta story i once saw. I don't remember the name but i do remember that Lavender Town read it on yt. Go check that out.
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