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About the Author

L Mystic Saga 

    Welcome to my Saga I write Horror and True crime short stories that slip under your skin and linger long after the last line. This is my corner of the shadows where nightmares and whispers roam. I we,ave short tales where reality and nightmares walk hand in hand. I lurer you in gently with some nice words and a warm friendly voice.  I write about darkness that clinge to history, the crimes whispered through old headlines, and old books. 

    L Mystic Saga is more than a name-- it's my legacy and I promised to take my mystic readers on a journey through the mysterious hauntings and artifacts. 


  • I am not just a writer; I am a game. You will see a few different things from me, but I will add the links. 
  • I have been writing for a long time, so my style is one that many love. I do provide services, but at this time I would like to focus on my own. 
  • Thank you for taking the time to read my content. if you are a new reader, welcome to the Saga, and if you are one of my fan readers, thank you for joining and continuing to support the Saga.


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