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To hell and back
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Ongoing, First published Oct 13, 2024
From the moment Will was born, he felt different. Others ignored him, and even his own parents were afraid of him. When he turned eighteen, he disappeared without a trace. No one knew where he had gone.

Will's path led him into the depths, where the darkness that had always been dormant within him finally awakened. He discovered a world filled with creatures and magic, where he became an unseen wanderer between realms. The power inside him grew stronger, making him the key to a force many would seek to control. And it was here, in the world of shadows, that he met a girl who changed everything. His fight for survival had begun-and there might be no way back.

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