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The Man and The Girl
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Complete, First published May 03
Mature
"And your eyes will immediately recognise her and your heart will chase her from this lifetime to the next."

He enforces the rules. She lives within their confines.
The man is a powerful bureaucrat in South Africa's Apartheid government determined to uphold the system. But when he begins to feel a pull towards the girl, everything he thought he believed is thrown into question. As desire battles with duty, the man must confront the cost of feeling something he was never meant to. 🔞


Edit [05 June 2025]: I will be adding summarized historical notes where necessary for those readers interested in history. Although this book, the story and it's characters are fictional, it is still set in real historical context of South African history during one of its darkest periods. The edits will be a chapter at a time so do not be surprised if a chapter goes offline for a few minutes.

Please note that this book contains
1. Violence;
2. Discrimination where derogatory terminology is used;
3. Explicit Sexual Content:

And is therefore not suitable for anyone under the age of 18 years old or anyone who will be offended by the language used.
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