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Before She Could Open Her Eyes
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Ongoing, First published Oct 06, 2016
The notification on her screen pops. She has received a message from unknown number which read "God has assigned everyone a task, the intruption in which is punishible by him in the form of Devil" With her frowned face she rushed back to her home, worried. The following night she is murdered. Who is the murderer of this religious murder mystery...
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