Duskfall
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Last published Sun, Oct 13, 2024
Even the dusk will fall.
Solana woke up after a short comatose. And as cliche it goes, she has no memories. Everything is settling in, when a bomb was thrown at her: she's getting married. Thankfully, she's engaged to a man who she is definitely attracted to. They get along and everything is fine, until it isn't. The canvas she's painting she once thought was beautiful, became chaotic as everything turns to what she was not expecting.
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Taglish.
Foreign language used is autotranslated so it might not be accurate. Read at your own risk.
there might be words not suited for minors.
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