Ever Lasting

Ever Lasting

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Immortal. Alone. No hope. She had no one to love...until he came "The village had raised me together... but 12 years after my birth I had reached full maturity physically and mentally. No one in my village understood or knew why, not even Phaidra. By the time I had reached 28, people grew afraid of me and the fact I was not ageing. My home was no longer safe for me. Out of fear the villagers turned on me, made me an outcast. One evening I had returned from collecting herbs for medicine to find my hut in flames. The men still holding torches chased me away with spears carved from oak. For decades after that I no longer lived but survived." [note: picture on cover was found on Pinterest i did not phtograph it but it didn't have a name to give credit to] TW: drugs, alcohol, violence, selfharm
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