Crowns of Shadows
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Aaravi has always lived life on her own terms-quiet, independent, enjoying her own Prescence, careful not to get too close to anyone. Connections, attachments, long-term ties... none of it appeals to her but randomly meeting stranger has never been a problem. She's content in her world of routines--paints, files, books, sketches, events and the company of her brothers.
And then, out of no-where, someone appears who is strangely like her. Similar names to similar habits. A flicker of familiarity, a mirror of habits and choices, leaving her unsettled-and curious. That encounter is enough to stir something she didn't know existed, that is enough for something to vanish which she expected will stay with her throughout the life, making her question parts of herself she had carefully kept hidden.
But life has a way of pulling her into a world she never imagined she'd be a part of. A world that demands more than she ever thought she could bear. Where choices carry consequences far beyond herself, and shadows linger behind every corner.
What happens when suddenly she realises all the life she led was a lie?
All the life she made wasn't hers?
Can she let warmth into a life she's always kept carefully distant? What will she do when she has always avoided people, but now will be surrounded by one or the other all the time??
What happens when the world she's kept at a distance suddenly demands everything from her?
Will she be able to handle a life far bigger-and far darker-than the one she knows and the one she is used to?
And when shadows begin to stir, will she rise to meet them... or fall?
Some shadows wait patiently... for the girl who never thought she'd belong. And when the shadows stir, will she be ready?
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