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  1. Maazen

    Duality. (A Worm Dual-SI)
    Threadmarks: Chapter 1: Samsara- Reincarnation.

    This is the fic I'd talked about on my Profile Page. Though, there is one thing I forgot to mention… It's a dual SI with my friend. Until he creates an account for this site, he'll go unnamed but he'll be accompanying me as we try to un-grim dark Worm. PoV's won't be alternating, meaning you'll...
  2. Santo

    Refractions (Worm Colab Dual SI)
    Threadmarks: Prologue 1

    The pungent stink of antiseptic was the first thing that I noticed. An old, deep-set anxiety rose quickly and was squashed by equally old, familiar habit. I woke up to the feeling of a pickax slamming repeatedly against my forehead, from the inside. I had clearly not drunk nearly enough...
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