Queen of Gervaline

Queen of Gervaline

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Tue, Jul 25, 2017
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Fantasy
I knew this day would come ever since the moment my sister, Rosalind and I discovered our family tree in the library. And realised that we were next in line to the throne of Gervaline, after our uncle Graham. It would be the day of his death that hastily sends the two of us to Everday Collage of witchcraft and sorcery, to learn the art of magic so that the most skilful of the two of us may become Queen of Gervaline
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