The Undying Circus

The Undying Circus

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The story of a deranged kid taken from an ancient coven named jester he didn't know this until his 15 bday where he was doing a magic trick and murdered everyone at his party (So sorry for the extremely long wait fir the new chapter i had really bad writers block
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