Away with the Faeries
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Last published Sun, Mar 6, 2022
Cottagecore meet faerie meet smut
To escape from the busy city life to the countryside is a dream I've had since a child. Growing up, it became my reality as I got the house I dreamed of...
....but at what cost?
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