The Chest in the Store Room
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Última publicación dom, ago 31, 2025
Aika always believed she was just a normal girl helping her grandmother sell grain-until the day she and her best friend Ren open a mysterious chest hidden deep in their storeroom. What they find inside shatters everything she thought she knew about her past... and herself.
Some secrets are better left buried.
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𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡. 𝐇𝐞 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐭. She hides behind sharp boots and brighter dresses, yellow loud enough to drown out the cracks in her heart. It almost works. Until the man her papa crossed decides to collect what he's owed. He doesn't ask. He takes. Tattooed hands. Calculated eyes. A ruler of empires built on blood. He closes the distance. She tries to keep it. But he's always liked the chase.
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