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La Fragilité Des Grues en Papier

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Was it possible that his mother's tales were true?  A sacred mountain where the Kamis' sanctuary lay. Away from the human world they lived in. Wings adorn their back, divine beings that were one with nature. This is were Mikleo place was, were he would be safe and happy.
Until years after a plague broke into the village in the valley and a young human had no choice left but to seek the gods' help wihtout knowing how it would change Mikleo's world.All Rights Reserved

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