The Amaret
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5 years ago the veil separating this world from the realm of monsters fell. Witches and some other monsters had always existed on this side of the veil, but not like the ones on the other side. Those monsters lack any humanity and thrive solely on desires. In order to close the veil and send all nightmare-born monsters back to their realm, Irina and her friends must band together with a group called the Ward to find the Amaret.
Follow Irina in her quest to find the Amaret. Could her unusual birthmark be a clue to its location?
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