Kuroshitsuji III
This story has been told for a long time, about the Phantomhives, the Trancy is a very famous story... that has been explained from generation to generation, until now.
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Quem sou eu?apenas uma simples pessoa com vontade de escrever Historias sobrenaturais,desde pequena eu percebia que eu era boa para criar hi...
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