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The Holy One- Moon Witch

The Holy One- Moon Witch

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WpMetadataReadMatureOngoing1h 29m
WpMetadataNoticeLast published Fri, May 17, 2024
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Paranormal
I was floating again but this time it was in the clouds , the sun was shinning and I did not feel the anxious,terror I did before, I was scared but not terrified , it was almost peaceful. I could see my body on the grass below, I looked dead just lying there lifeless. My mom was chanting some weird language over my body and she went silent, looked up, I could see the whites of her eyes, she clapped her hands 'ENDOSOF' suddenly I was slammed back in my body and it hurt like hell. I laid there until my lungs filled back up with air. Sophia was a normal teenager, friends, boys and shopping were her life, until she was thrown into a world of witches, gypsies and magic.
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