Dust to Dust
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MatureComplete Thu, Sep 1, 20163h 31m
Isabelle ''Belle'' Blake and her older brother Darren Blake had just moved to the boring town of Handson, Ontario, where winter lasts seven months and summer's only a week.
However, Handson's not as sleepy as it seems, and soon the siblings are fighting shadowy cults, demons, and any assortment of supernatural creatures each week. Meanwhile, a mysterious puppet master watches it all from behind, biding his time, waiting for the perfect moment to strike...
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UNDER HEAVY, HEAVY, EDITING RIGHT NOW (11/21/2016)
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