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Quelques références des personnages qui apparaîtront dans La descendance profane.
Même là quand j'ai voulu faire une histoire simple et classique, je n'ai pas réussi. Bonne grosse lecture. :'3
Le premier des trois frères Onuczsyn, l'aîné qu'Oren appelle parfois à tort ou par simple caricature "le barbare".
Tous les projets écrits concernant La descendance profane ne sont pas autorisés à être utilisé sans mon autorisation. Toute critique est la bienvenue.

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