The Inheritance
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Ongoing20m
Last published Sat, May 16, 2015
I don't know why they all wanted my inheritance : dead or alive. They all just wanted it. Some say that the plantation was haunted some say the inheritance was cursed. I think it's the second one...It simply changed every one around it, and not in good precisely...
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