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VOID
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    Reads 153
  • WpVote
    Votes 7
  • WpPart
    Parts 8
  • WpHistory
    Time 1h 29m
  • WpView
    Reads 153
  • WpVote
    Votes 7
  • WpPart
    Parts 8
  • WpHistory
    Time 1h 29m
Complete, First published Feb 27, 2022
Mature
This story follows the main antagonist of the hit story, STARCH LORD: D. Noland. We'll see Noland's point of view, and explore the story behind his actions.

Disclaimer: This story contains mild sexual themes, and heavy themes of violence and death.
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