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over the dandelion fields
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Complete, First published Oct 29, 2024
this is a story i wrote for a creative writing eisteddfod last year

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Near the high peaks of Watersdown, over the dandelion fields and past the stream, is a secluded town called Gandala. this is where our story starts. 
Elizabeth Saiker, mother of Jane and Henry Saiker, died of a rare disease called clymophasia. 5 years after she passed away Henry became sick with the same disease. In order to afford treatment Jane must go on a quest for cowrie shells. find out what happens and who she finds along the way
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this was originanally supposed to be a love stoey so if you see bits of idk then yeah thats why

this story is literallu so utterly boring ://
just wanted to publish before i deleted it

ALSO IM PRETTY SURE THIS JSNT EVEN THE FINAL
(it isnt :0) 
cause i remembered i remived the whole ending and yeah so no wonder why this is a draft ^_^

wull post the final if i find it lol
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