Manifest Destiny
- LECTURES 117
- Votes 6
- Chapitres 9
Contenu pour adultesEn cours d'écriture23 m
Dernière publication sam., mai 2, 2026
*Note* "80 READS? Thank you! I LOVE feedback so feel free to leave comments and if you like it, please hit vote. If you like a specific character, I'll reply to you as that character!"
Written one 30-minute sprint at a time.
This isn't polished. It's not perfect.
It's raw. It's honest. It's Manifest Destiny.
America went fascist. Now the question is: who still has a soul?
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