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The Journal of Philip Wittebane
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Ongoing, First published Jul 20, 2021
This is a collaboration project of multiple people writing a single fanfiction on TOH discord, I will add the discords or A03 accounts of the writers as more chapters are added.

My name is Philip Wittebane, and I found myself in a world so horrid it's fantastic. The world itself is so vast few minds could have dreamt it. If only those at home could see what I have, and perhaps they shall. The more I learn about this realm, the more I'm certain I can harness its strange powers to return home. Today, I begin recording my journey, to create a portal, back to the Human realm.


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