Golden Hour
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Last published Mon, Nov 24, 2025
There's a saying I once read, a long time ago : 'Time flies over us, but leaves it's shadows behind'
Time, a fleeting moment, a beautiful interlude, an epic period, a forgotten era, an agonising torture. For Prem, time is the thief, that stole the memories past and the ones still to come...
A BounPrem fanfic
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