Two Versus Danger.
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One Fearful. One Fearless. Only to end up saving the world with a twinge of dark humour. How sweet...
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I tried to make this out of my creativity and I've tried to make sure that it's original. I hope it's good to read and thank you for even reading. There may be errors with dialogue and tenses; I apologise, but I am in using ProWritingAid to help with grammar.
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