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you are a writer. one day you wake up to a surprising sight. the villain from your newest book is somehow real...

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Time travel, elves, magic-those are all just fairy tales, right? Or are they? After falling into a well, I was mysteriously transported nearly a hundred years into the future. A rescuer helped pull me out of the suspicious well but proceeded to think that I was completely insane. That I wasn't who I was. From then on, I go through a journey slowly learning about his family and this new world. But as I uncover the truth about this family and the strange life they lead, the real question becomes: Can I truly adjust to this new reality? And do I even want to?

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