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The Child Of The Moon
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Ongoing, First published May 15, 2021
The young Ophelia has always been a bit alone. She never made a lot of friends and didn't have a brother or sister to lean on. Her parents were mostly working, leaving her often alone in her house. 
Yet there are people who would love to meet her. In fact, one of those people would love to finally meet his mate. 

So when he finally finds her, he has no intention of letting her go. Yet this human child would do anything to come back home. Or would she?
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