Prologue

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        Locked Sukata

      My patience was my only companion for my malady to be calmed. I ran breathless to the bench and he appeared, still maleficent, still caring as if he was real.'Trust me' he half whispered grabbing my hands. All my trust broke in seconds as soon as I stabbed my finger on the metal edge of my locket, a single drop of blood oozed from the tiny cut and he disappeared like a mist of winter. Want nothing more nothing less but want just your presence.

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