The Potente

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Reads 79
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Parts 16
Time 57m

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Cross that line...Change your fate...
Can you avoid the death that awaits? 
If you run;you are free. 
Otherwise a prize shall you be...







~This is my first book and is unedited. Please give it a chance. ~All Rights Reserved

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