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HER ILLUSION
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Em andamento, Primeira publicação em jan 22, 2024
Maduro
When hopes turned into ashes and the soul bled out of agony ...




After 6 years,  they are again recollided by fate, but as strangers, no hope left.
Was what happened in the past just  HER ILLUSION? 
Is she able to accept her fate?
Is she able to forgive her past?




Are her hopes again going to turn into ashes?
Is her soul ready to bleed out of agony?



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