Gift of the Garden [ONGOING]

Gift of the Garden [ONGOING]

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WpMetadataNoticeDernière publication lun., août 10, 2020
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Fiction
Fantasy
"At the beginning, there was nothing but love and stardust. My heart yearns to begin again"- Atticus Khora San thought that everything in her life was coming together until it shattered around her revealing more issues and flaws than she thought possible. Eager to start over, Caitríona offers her cabin as a place of refuge and solace where she can pick up the pieces of her shattered life and put them back together again. Then enters a mysterious key and a rusty gate tucked behind the ivy bushes that climb to the sky. They often say that adventure awaits, but is Khora ready for it and will she discover herself through the journey or succumb to the pressures this world holds?
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