The Chosen
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Last published Wed, Jan 13, 2016
The path of the chosen is always the hardest, but the sweetest rewards await.
Angels cast out of heaven can never return, that's what we are led to believe, what if that isn't exactly true. What if there was a way, and all you had to do was resist the greatest temptation of all, revenge.
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