Peculiar Mansion

Peculiar Mansion

by Porcelain Is Nothing But Scraps

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I, Frye, a well-known adventure novelist, am collecting material for my novel in the desert. Hungry and cold, he was about to die. Just at the moment when I was about to let go and go home, a beam of extremely dazzling white light penetrated my half-closed eyelids and pierced my mind. A mature female voice full of magnetism seemed to say to me dimly: "Welcome to Pecoriel Mansion, your arrival makes us shine." It's God. At the time, I thought so. It was God who came to redeem me.

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