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Broken Circles

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Myths and legends are true stories normal people don't believe in and I stopped being normal when my mother decided to go back to her ancestral village. It was then I came face to face with something that was supposed to be a myth. The village had so many secrets kept away from the normal people and I was at the centre of the villagers' biggest secret...All Rights Reserved

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