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Continúa, Has publicado ene 23, 2019
"The Rose Rogue," Andre laughed. "Just imagine it!" 
She hummed thoughtfully, caressing the petals gently. "Yes," She murmured. "Just imagine."
___________________________________________________________________________This story does not carry the end, but the beginning. The beginning of a long journey, the beginning of love, and the beginning of pain. 
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A novel, detailing the backstory of my rogue, Dianna Corrine, in Dungeons and Dragons. 
Raised under the care of a kindhearted innkeeper, Dianna grew up in a home that lead her to embrace beauty in many forms. Her days were spent listening to the tales of adventurers that passed through town, sharing in their triumph, in their sadness, in all of their quests. She immersed herself in literature and art, conjuring her own stories.  But as we very well know, most (if not all) protagonists grow restless; dissatisfied by simply dreaming. 
And of course, we also know how very quickly they then become disillusioned.
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