Für Melpomene (Completed)

Für Melpomene (Completed)

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Complete Tue, Sep 22, 20201h 9m

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[Sequel to Twice, Thrice] [ADVICE: Please read Twice, Thrice before reading Für Melpomene for a better experience.] A novelette of the tragic's continuation. A masterpiece of love and lies, of lost memories and feelings. A new identity sketched into the canvas of her mind, fake memories carved by her own painter. But when the masterpiece gains her own sentence, even they are never meant for the artists themselves. He gave her a new identity, a taste of a new symphony when she has lost it. She was his Melpomene, the muse of his own story. She's alive, yet again. Written by @melononymous and Elsie

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