Haruka

Haruka

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Accused of being a witch in her village, young Haruka was thrown into a cave to rot. When she is freed by a man named Aiden, she discovers that she survived in that cave for far longer than she thought. Her village no longer exists, and the land where it once stood is now covered in a thick blanket of fog. Haruka and Aiden instantly become friends, and they embark on a journey to discover just who Haruka is, and why so much of the land in their world is falling into a great curse.
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