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Sweven
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𝙒𝙀𝙀𝙆𝙇𝙔 π™π™‹π˜Ώπ˜Όπ™π™€π™Ž: 𝙀𝙑𝙀𝙍𝙔 π™π™π™€π™Žπ˜Ώπ˜Όπ™” "Why is it that I feel that we have met?" "Because we have." The green eyes stare back into her soul. Have you dreamt of places or, people that seem familiar to you and gives you a sense of belonging? However, this feeling of hiraeth was experienced by Crescent too. Crescent Bella Nord, a high school senior gets transferred to Silver Oakland in the middle of her summer session. She has her brother Cayden to accompany her but everything seems mysterious. The dreams that she once thought were just mere stupid thoughts, are actually making sense now. Its like she has been living those dreams for real. But whose silhouette is that that keeps showing up in her dreams? Why is Silver Oakland so mysterious? Is her brother hiding secrets from her? She needs to find the answers soon about her dreams.
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