Remedy
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Última publicación vie, may 18, 2018
"WHAT DID YOU DO!"
I looked all around me, everything was blurry, unclear.
"WHAT DID YOU DO, LILY!"
I felt an aching in my throat, as tears began to fill my eyes. My entire body throbbed, and I was clutching onto something.
Something sharp.
A knife.
And blood was dripping from it.
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Lily was an average teenager living an average teenage life before she was met with the challenging news that she was a Timecatcher. Protecting her family from those out to kill her for the Timecatcher crystal, she must fake her death and run away, leaving her family behind.
She then meets Evan, who happens to be searching for his missing Fiancee, Kate. Soon enough, Lily discovers her own family is in danger. Together, Evan and Lily must find a way to not be found by 'them' on the dangerous adventure to find Kate and save Lily's family, avoiding the truth that they were slowly falling in love along the way, despite the situation they were in, or the damage they would cause.
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