Azafrán De Outono
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Last published Tue, Dec 20, 2016
ⓅⒼ-➊➎ for violence and concepts that may not be suitable for anyone under 15 years of age. Category: Fantasy/Sci-Fi
there was something about the way power seemed to pulsate beneath his fingertips, and he felt so utterly and inexplicably omnipotent for the first time he had ever felt in his life. it was like a fountain passing through his body, starting from the apex of his head and trickling down in icy cold rivulets. and, he decided in that moment that he wanted nothing more than to plunge deeper into this newfound discovery.
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