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Mature | Published: October 2, 2019
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Vampires! Ghosts! Werewolves! OCTOBER! For this ghoulish month, I wanted to spark a project that will probably last more than a few months given how much I tend to want to take on. I at least want to say that it starts this month! Stories, maybe, but #commissioned work, definitely! Will keep things updated here when I get some things done!
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