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He Who Seeks - Chapter 1 by ~Balaria is witty, well-developed science fiction.

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He Who Seeks - Chapter 1

Balaria

Published: Oct 19, 2012

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This is an little side project of mine. It's something I dig up when I have absolutely nothing else to do and have already written the daily quota for my main work. So..don't expect to see new chapters often, but they'll be coming eventually and the story will be finished.

I believe a lot of the story will come down to character interaction and I hope I've managed to pull it off to start things off. I'd be happy to hear any thoughts you'd have on that.

All other comment are also welcome as usual.

Chapter 2: fav.me/d5jtxlm
Link to the gallery with all chapters: balaria.deviantart.com/gallery...

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