An Eminence? No, I am just a reaper (OC story)
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  • Reads 9,086
  • Votes 262
  • Parts 89
  • Time 30h 35m
Ongoing, First published Oct 02, 2023
Mature
Fate is rather fickle, sometimes the stream of the river can be directed with just the touch of a feather and branches form leading to somewhere unknown. The world will never be the same as a man born out from the Shadows seeks out his porpuse through this new land. No matter how many he must kill to reach it..
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