White Wolf
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Ongoing6m
Last published Mon, Nov 23, 2015
Serenity had always lived as a social introvert--and also a hopeless romantic. She'd pictured love between two beings as beautiful, and unbreakable. A haven to be reached. Because, once you're in love, what can tear you apart?
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