She didn't believe in the fairytales her mother used to read to her when she was young, she didn't believe in wishes or magic or miracles.
Because if they did exist, they would have saved her from this fate a long time ago.
The closest thing she had to hope was the tiny window from which she peered at the world. But it was not hope, it was just a reminder of what she could've had.
If only she wasn't her.
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The Girl Who Touched The Sky
Short StoryThe world through the eyes of a girl with only recently earned freedom. But maybe it all isn't as perfect as it was made out to be.
