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  1. IronLung

    Wraithguard - a LitRPG Adventure [Spectral Skills, constant progression]

    They said he'd never earn a Class. Now they call him the greatest threat in the realm. Ryn Calder grew up despised for lacking the System's blessing—until the day a rare [Wraithguard] Class finally awakened within him. Armed with cutting-edge Skills and a ruthless will to advance, he's charging...

  2. The Voice in His Head (Original Urban Fantasy)
    Threadmarks: Chapter 1- Prayers to the False God

    February 9th, 1925 Saint Michael’s Home for Boys Hampstead, London. I was a quiet child growing up. The nuns found me one morning on the doorstep on a January morn in 1915, or so they told me. From the time I was an infant, I knew I was different. When I was younger, before the abuse began...
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