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The first thing Alastor felt was pain. Excruciating, all-consuming pain that seemed to radiate from every fibre of his being. His eyes snapped open, immediately assaulted by the harsh, red light and the blurry shapes of buildings, a city. He'd been shot hadn't he? Was he dead?
Or
Alastor arrives in Hell and nothing is ever the same again
Series
- Part 3 of Blood on my Shirt, Heart in my Hand
- Language:
- English
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- 55/55
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Bookmarked by Bingefread
28 Sep 2024
