The Reign Of Demons
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Last published Sun, Jul 9, 2017
They gnaw ruthlessly. With the pink flesh still evident in the crevices of their ivories, they chew without a care. Leaving wounds so deep that it is beyond control to overlook. The scars imprinted dictate every aspect of her being. Will she ever be able to break free from their talons?
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