That One Odd Fairytale
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Last published Mon, May 9, 2022
A girl always remembering that one odd fairytale her father had told her before going missing, she always wondered why he was very heart set about it. since his disappearance, she had been dreaming about that goldfish with wings, every night, new things would appear and the fish would fly gracefully like a butterfly.
Soon, things seem to become weirder just exactly like a particular fairytale, notes, cards, flowers, and even that goldfish with wings have entered reality.
"He wants me to follow...but to where is he leading me.."
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