Where the White Lamb Lies
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Two men, affiliated only in youth, raised together by "The Family"; one, as an attempt at creating the first "Sinless Man." And the other brought up beside him as "The Devils Vessel."
An experiment in which would prove to fail greatly.
Seventeen years later, the children have long parted ways, but when Apollo leaves in search of his long lost "brother," only to find him living a life of sin and misfortune, he has no choice but to bring the Lost Lamb of Wakefield back to Mississippi; where it all began.
Apollo - Written by Dawning
Venison - Written by Crescent
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