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Mirrored Darkness

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Published: Aug 15, 2012

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THE FALLEN STAR: [link]

At the end of 'The Fallen Star: Darkness Awakens', comes the epic battle between the General and Rantil. But, is this the end for the Demon General, or is he growing stronger?

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