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Last published Sat, Jul 24, 2021
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"WORDS are sharper than the sword", Lili an innocent girl trying to cope up with the different madness happening in her life. Feeling that everything is falling apart, thoughts came up to her, however a coincidence happened where she saw a journal along the way to home.
What does the measly book contain and why does it have to lie outside the biggest mansion in the town?
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