Family Chains
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First of an ongoing series.
Ray was raised to do one thing. He has done terrible things, things that haunt him decades later. However, it isn't the atrocities that he committed in the past that give him nightmares...but rather, those who would happily watch him give into the madness that has plagued the corners of his mind for his entire life. Ray wants nothing more than to live a normal, peaceful life. A life far from the clutches of his insane twin and murderous mother. Of course, demons always seem to find their way through the cracks.
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