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|CRIMSON|
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    Hora 27m
Continúa, Has publicado nov 17, 2023
"The Truce is a fragment of the past, the war raged on for years and years..until finally all Aimala have been wiped out...but who knows...there might be a vengeful spirit out there...just waiting for the perfect host..."


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Fate Smith, 14 years old, black hair, green eyes, grunge style
biromantic demiasexual.

everything started on the day Charlie gave her a large claw to make into a necklace...


that was the day Crimson started planning....





"get ready...because this town is about to get a lot more gory..."
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