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Arcadia (A short story)

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Reads 31
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A 3 part short story.


Arcadia (Greek: Ἀρκαδία) refers to a vision of pastoralism and harmony with nature.


'You are my saviour, you are our saviour. We will take revenge.'


People saw it as heaven, a place where the good and hardworking enjoyed their life in harmony. But even heaven has its stains, the ugly stains that could never be washed away. They didn't chose to be those stains, they were simply born to be, born into an unfair world, a world with its shames hidden.


This wasn't heaven, it was hell.All Rights Reserved

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Moth

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