The girl had never known colour. No pink princess dresses or rosy cheeked dolls with purple fairy wings filled this little girl's life, no tea parties with the other children, she didn't really have much time for playing as it was. In her world if there was work to be done, you worked. You worked until your back was bent, and your legs were curved after years of carrying the weight of a family on your back. It didnt matter how old you might be or how sick; to live was to work. That's the way she had always known it to be. This was all to change however, but not quite yet.
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Grey
AventuraGrey is the name of a world of women separated from the unknown outside and true to its name is an unhappy, soulless place. One girl, determined to break free from this monochromatic prison and explore the unexplored, sets off to do what no woman ha...
