Beyond- Memory & Character profiles
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Ongoing7m
Last published Sat, May 23, 2020
This is the memory that is often refereed to through out the story. The memory of what happened to Thaul when Nyline was a baby.
Originally this chapter was set up as the prologue, however I decided that it needed to be moved to a different section. I thought it was too important to delete. So it got its own little book.
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