The Nameless

The Nameless

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The Nameless is the actual name of my novel that i'm hopefully gonna finish one day. I'm going to write and update on this platform, purely for feedback so I can make it the best version, so feel free to comment whatever you think the story needs. The main plot is going to be fantasy with a side plot of romance. Don't think too much into it, i'm only getting the idea down on paper. We all know how hard that can be. !DISCLAIMER! English is not my first language, so if you have better words or suggestions to things, please comment. Expect slow updates, because i'm doing chapter updates.
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