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Astoria Pendridge
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Ongoing, First published May 11, 2018
A sickly girl died atop a bed, the place she had lived most of her life. On her last breath, a voice echoed into her mind.

"If you could have the perfect next life, what would it be?"

Her eyes closing, she thought. 'I want a life where I am free. . .I want to be in a world like in the novels I enjoyed.'

Thus begins the tale of a girl reborn from a world's mana. A story about a girl who simply wishes to enjoy life. About a girl living her slice of life.

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*The cover image is not owned by me, but merely used to make the cover for the novel. In fact, any image used in the story does not belong to me. The story, however, does belong to me.
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