prologue

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The darkness falls as we make are way out of the rain and into the house I sleep in the attic upstairs I love to be surrounded by the antiques it helps me with writing I always imagine myself as a hotshot detective or a witch but I would never put them together.My grandma always tells me that I have the power to create whatever I want through writing and gave me a locket and told me its my destiny to be the sun and the moon now my story begins here
Later worldwonders
~ladybug

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