𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒏'𝒕 𝒇𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒔, 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒇𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒃𝒐𝒎𝒃𝒔. when mystirica and zenia find a box filled with letters from their dead mother, they don't think much of it other than a souvenir from the past: but when the ink on old papers start to unfold secrets and doubt acquaintances, they've no choice but to tell the world that there is an evil force lurking in the winds. . .again.
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