Beyond Your Reflection
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Dernière publication lun., janv. 18, 2016
What if there's a whole different world beyond the world we live in?
What if...what you see in your reflection is not what you think it is?
Amaris Hunter is just an ordinary, book-loving 18 year old girl. Or so she thought she was until she noticed something different in her reflection. Along with her self-discovery, she meets a mysterious guy whose name is just as esoteric as he is ------ Sky Pierce.
This story will take you to a world you've never heard of before. You'll never look at your reflection the same way again.
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