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Welcome to LC Harrison's Flash Fiction descendant 

of Tales from the Irony Gate...

May the twisted tales of dark humor, surprises of minor horror, and epic adventures through the misfortunes of the woe-filled curious entertain you...

For all the Kurai Koishii (Dark Loves)đŸŒ‘❤️
Ai (Love) 
Lueya, Miss L.C. Harrison

 

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