Destiny Of The Last Banshee
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Contenu pour adultesEn cours d'écriture1 h 15 min
Dernière publication jeu., juil. 19, 2018
I've lived my life the best way I knew how. Doing what I was told and never really questioning why. Every day I stay in the palace studying and practice what my mother wants me to learn. I've never been outside the palace. Not even once. I'm not even sure if the people know I exist. But suddenly I was locked away in the palace dungeon and told to never leave that room. I've done nothing wrong. I think my parents love me. But lately, I've been getting this feeling that they've been keeping something from me. Something important, something the will change my whole life with a blink of an eye and I'm determined to find out what it is.
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