Clessandra, of Durr
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Once upon a time, there was an empire called Durr that rules and is ruled by shadows, surrounded by smaller lands.
This is a snapshot in this Universe, told by a woman known as 'Clessandra'.
(I had absolutely no intention of continuing it,
but when I wind up reading this on wattpad, I vaguely wonder if I should.
Please tell me what you think or if I should continue it. Thanks =) I'm awful at making these kinds of summaries.)
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