The Secret Circle

The Secret Circle

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A circle of friends must face an anonymous figure set out to destroy them due to a darkness they've set in their past. NOTE: This has NO relation to the CW show, The Secret Circle. I am only using the title and the photo, but it is in NO WAY related to the show or it's story. This is a separate individual story of my creation.
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