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The Wild Things
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Ongoing, First published Aug 29, 2016
The Winterlands, a place that has been claimed uninhabitable, deserted. According to the legends of the Continent, people had tried to live there, centuries before, but each and every one of them had died, lost to the cold, lost to starvation, or destroyed by the ancient Sleepers.

To the people of the Continent, the Winterlands are a simple story, a tale told to children in order to frighten them into behaving. The Sleepers, the truth of them distorted by time, are the things of haunts.

However, contrary to the Continent's legends, to their beliefs, people did survive the harshness of the Winterlands. Their legends are their history, the monsters are very much real, and after centuries of slumber, the Sleepers are waking up.

And they are much, much worse than anyone dare believe.




  
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