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The Garden of Freedom (Dream of the Endless)
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Ongoing, First published Jul 08
Fairytales are meant to be beautiful. To serve as lessons or to make people fall in love. They are canvases for the imagination to make the most spectacular paintings.

Saoirse believed that she had been created by fairytales. In a way, that was true. She had been carved and written by the hands of gods, just as every other being had been. 

It was only a question of who's fairytale she was written for.

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[The Sandman; Season 1-2]
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