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Lone Spirit

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What is Lone Spirit

Baca novel Lone Spirit yang ditulis oleh penulis Jowsi_the_Writer yang diterbitkan di WebNovel. I am DARKNESS and the one who bears witness of me is LIGHT. I'm drawn to the one who bears witness of me because he sees me for who I am. I can only truly see myself when I am in his presence. Moreove...

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I am DARKNESS and the one who bears witness of me is LIGHT. I'm drawn to the one who bears witness of me because he sees me for who I am. I can only truly see myself when I am in his presence. Moreover, he knows a lot more about myself than I do. For as long as I whiff a breath, I will never let go of LIGHT. I forever thank him for being with me today and hereafter. In a World Of Spirits where polarity is everything, Demons and Watchers battle for souls.

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