The Cursed Ones

The Cursed Ones

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The town of Mylae rested quietly in Dymalia, within its borders during the bright of day, shadows would wander the streets. Bodies crawled over houses, out of the forests, the lakes, the clouds, spying into windows they remained silent. Their existence was suspected, but never proven, they were always there, they had never left. ~ Sayeh had lived peacefully in Mylae ever since he was a small boy, everything happened around him, not too him. He didn't consider himself a lucky one though, he considered it more as unlucky. His life remained, ever changing, for a total of 17 years until the bubble that had built itself around him, exploded. Just like his bones out of their sockets. Will Sayeh find love for the people around him, or will he be consumed in his confusion, his want for everything to go back to normal?
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"You don't belong here." "Neither do they," Minwoo replied. "The people you're keeping here... they don't belong in this place either." Jinseok's jaw tightened, his features shadowed by the fractured light. "You still don't get it, do you? They're here because they have nowhere else to go. This place is all they have." "And you?" Minwoo asked, his voice steady. "What do you have, Jinseok?" The question struck like a blow, and for a moment, Jinseok didn't respond. His sharp gaze locked onto Minwoo's, the weight of his silence enough to make the air between them feel heavy. "You think this is about me?" Jinseok said finally. The tension between them was immediate, the air thick with something unspoken. "You think you can save them?" Jinseok asked. "You can't even save yourself." "Maybe not," Minwoo said, his voice calm but edged with defiance. "But at least I'm not afraid to try."

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