Years and Years by Your Side {a soukoku fanfic}
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'As he made his way to the open cliff, he stopped in his tracks. There was a person sitting on the grass with something near him. It seemed like an animal. His auburn hair was falling in a lovelock at his right shoulder as he stroked the little creature's head.'
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