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Chapter 6: The Nova in Veil

Auteur: L0ckyboi
last update Date de publication: 2026-04-25 02:59:04

Kieran’s perspective, in this new world

You want to know how I met him? It’s not exactly the kind of story you’d hear in fairy tales, but I’ll tell you. My name is Kieran Nazaroff. I am now 6 ft tall; I am fair with dark brown hair, and I would like to say I have a good sense of style, and I am pretty knowledgeable in some areas which I am intrigued by. And before Roy came into my life, things were… let's say different.

I grew up in a house that never felt like a home. The only thing I really r
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