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A Guardian Angel’s Fight
Description This is a guardian angel short story about an unseen fight with a low-level demon. It is an angel versus demon story where a clumsy guardian struggles to hold on to the fob that links him to his charge, stumbling through battle but refusing to give up.
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By Parsley Rose 4 months ago in Fiction
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By Parsley Rose 4 months ago in Fiction
