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Shatter 1: Paint the Shadows

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"She didn't save my worthless life, sacrificing her valuable one. I killed her."

Truth is not always the savior. Lies are not always the killer. Time is a loop, history a recurrence.

A life destroyed by the bitter truth and one tainted with lies and deceit. When they intertwine, shadows wait to be painted.

After a treaty signed in the blood of martyrs denies the entry of anyone from Lemsire into Shalnine, and vice versa, the only continent remaining in a world captured by chaos is at peace.

But there are always those who seek more. 

Kwayliet Vlamnore, daughter of the Lemsirish General finds citizens of the opposition in her country. Reluctant to more bloodshed, she hopes to help them return. Each passing day proves the task more difficult as the shadows of her past darken in the murkiest corners of her mind. Against the centuries of beliefs looming against her, she fights to paint a new era in time.All Rights Reserved

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