Sarphlies, The Sister of Wrath
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  • Reads 67
  • Votes 25
  • Parts 7
  • Time 3h 11m
Ongoing, First published Mar 28, 2021
There are many things all beings wish to forget, sentient or not.
Sarphlies simply wished she was never allowed the prowess of remembrance. Unfaithful roots were the cause of evil many times, but Sarphlies as a whole was unholy. Anger ran deep...
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