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The Fated Vol. 1

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Lesen Sie den Roman The Fated Vol. 1 des Autors Kudos_4455, veröffentlicht auf WebNovel.A girl named Leila finds herself alone in a world ravaged by magic. She must embark on a quest for revenge....

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A girl named Leila finds herself alone in a world ravaged by magic. She must embark on a quest for revenge.

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