MONSTERS
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Last published Fri, Jul 12, 2019
Born in the Bloodforest, Marishka had always been branded as a child of darkness, as some sort of monster. Living life though, she learns that there are different kinds of monsters in different forms. Encountering all these the thin tough thread of hope for a life that is bright and happy is what keeps her strong enough to keep pushing on searching for her happy ending.
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