The Aurora Grove Asylum
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Contenu pour adultesEn cours d'écriture19m
Dernière publication sam., janv. 21, 2023
Deep in the woods, there is an asylum. The walls are old and the inside is dark, and only the most troubled go there. Convicts, the clinically/criminally insane, you name it. What are our protagonists' stories? How will they live in this environment?
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