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Ongoing7m
Last published Fri, Apr 18, 2025
TONY'S POV
My name is Tony and I am a ordinary guy,who is in his mid twenties and devilishly handsome. And also runs a photography studio with my best friend Hei down town Arsla City.
You know what scratch that,I am not normal and neither is Hei. I only found out of my powers after I met Hei and our powers together causes a rift in time.
With just a clap of our hands and of course a photo I can go back in time.
But what if I want to change the painful past to make a happy ending for those who have had regrets.
We only helped a few people with our power and kept a low profile with our photography studio.
But Hei always warns me not to change anything, I wonder why. What's wrong if I try to change it and make it a different outcome.
Sadly that's one thing Hei refuses to tell me yet,he says am not ready.
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