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Dwarpar Yug: The Chronicles of the Cursed One
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Ongoing, First published Sep 06, 2023
She was born with a mark of fate, 
A child of destiny, a child of grace,
She had a mission to fulfill,
A curse to break, a void to fill.

She travelled to Dwarpar Yug,
A time of war, a time of blood,
She met the heroes and the villains,
She saw the glory and the ruins.

She changed the course of history,
She altered fate with mystery,
She saved the lives of many souls,
She healed the wounds of many holes.

She was the girl who defied time,
She was the girl who crossed the line,
She was the girl who made a difference,
She was the girl who had a purpose.

She was the girl who faced the challenges,
She was the girl who took the chances,
She was the girl who fulfilled her destiny,
She was the girl who had time travelled to Dwarpar to bring changes.
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