Broken Promises (Stolen Truth: Book 2)
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Última publicación dom, ago 9, 2020
"Things will be okay, I promise," that's what I had said, maybe the last words I would ever say. Those last words echoed through my skull, "I promise."
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Things were supposed to be okay. They had found the prince, they won the battle at the camp, they were meant to be okay. Maybe they would be okay, if the prince hadn't run away, or if they had recognised their enemies within the camp, or if they hadn't believed in false promises and waited for a legend to save them.
Everyone will die in the end. Legends don't come true. And all promises get broken.
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