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Ongoing, First published Nov 05, 2016
I'll be posting some assignments I've submitted for English to somewhat compensate for my inactivity. Just about every story without a description will be for English, and it will have "(Classwork)" in the title. I hope you enjoy this story about Lezing Tarver, a typical teen who finds himself in a magical situation.
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