Archmistal, The Realm of Deceit.

Archmistal, The Realm of Deceit.

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This is my first book which including one of my favorite character in my system of books that I've sort-of already created. This is about a young girl that goes by the name of Kessem Zamatha. Kessem is a native girl living in a world of lies. She lives in an abusive environment at home, and school it's no better. She is a very smart kid who's' often made fun, and always looks to the bright side. Though one of the only people she trusts might be the one causing havoc in her life. What happens when the truth comes out? How will she react? Most importantly, can she escape her fate in Archmistal? Link to the image (I do not own it, it was made by Jessica Sedgwick.): http://www.imgrum.org/user/lolo.bird.art/2019209495/1107020759093887232_2019209495
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