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Crossroads: Crow Cross

Autor: Bsansa
Fantasy
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Leia o romance Crossroads: Crow Cross escrito pelo autor Bsansa publicado no WebNovel. Crow Cross has spent the last 20 years trying to escape the confines of his city and denying the god of his people. It becomes harder to do so when he is chosen by that god to help save the planet fro...

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Crow Cross has spent the last 20 years trying to escape the confines of his city and denying the god of his people. It becomes harder to do so when he is chosen by that god to help save the planet from the Void, a darkness which covers 75% of the world. As he delves into training and learns more about his abilities and the Void, Crow begins to question everything he thought he knew about life. And why the invisible god of his people keeps begging him for help.

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