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"And never forget... never forget that in your hands, writer, the hero met his end."
They say writers dream of living within the worlds they create...
Places drenched in wonder, where laughter dances in bright corners.
Yet fear lingers there as well waiting, silent and patient, at the edge of the light where shadows breathe.
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○ A Novel ○
Fantasy • Romance • Adventure • Historical
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Attempting to steal this story will only bring you shame; it is bound to me in ways no one else can claim, and I hold every proof of its authorship.
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⚠️WARRING ⚠️
The novel has a little mention about some s*xual assults.
But it's not the the frame for all the story.
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Its a smut free fantasy novel but has romance.
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