Between Life and Death: A Hunchback of Notre Dame Story
“I knew well that it was he again! The assassin, the one who killed my Phoebus. Oh, Phoebus!” The priest mustered all his strength not to break the poor girl's wrist, which had been in…
“I knew well that it was he again! The assassin, the one who killed my Phoebus. Oh, Phoebus!” The priest mustered all his strength not to break the poor girl's wrist, which had been in…
When I saw her I had to do a double-take. “Gri’s Beak! What are you wearing?” I’m not joking. It looked like someone swallowed a paint jar and vomited it all over her clothes. Out…
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