All I'm Left With
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- Parts 9
MatureOngoing1h 12m
Last published Mon, Sep 12, 2016
His body was covered in foreign patterns. Marked with unfamiliar shapes. Shades of grey and insignificant words were all he was left with.
cover art by @luckyenough19
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