The Dark Pages
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Última publicación mar, oct 26, 2021
"Why?" he asked as she pulled out the knife. "Because I had to", she whispered with a tear-stained face. "No, you had a choice. You just chose the one that made everyone happy", he said with venom in his voice. "One step and it's back to the beginning I guess, enemies in the end. You were right, you did kill me in the end", he said as he breathed his last breath. "But I sure wish I didn't", she replied to his now pale body.
How did we end up here? There's only one way to find out....
Welcome.... to the Dark Pages. You've been warned.
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P.S : All references I make in this book goes to the rightful owners ofc. Just to make that clear.
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