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Soft Mist
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Complete, First published Dec 23, 2025
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Fate. Mist. Destiny

Take a look at my other book, which is revised, edited, and has a better storyline but similar to this one🤗 Link is here please check it out, I would really love it if you checked out: A Light in the Mist (Edited)



Meet Zachary, victims of all three. He was a traitor and suffered his fate, he was a murderer and pursued his destiny, he was alone and met Mist.

A life of importance, footsteps placed wrong, a light he had once become. A curse broken by regret.  A heart shattered by isolation. There's no way to repair it, fate wrote these pages itself. Destiny weaved gentle words through the rough times. Mist hovered alongside Destiny's pen.

Many think destiny is light, you're not wrong. But this is a different kind of light. Darkness is light, because with light, it cannot exist. Zachary is a shadowed destiny, his fate didn't have mercy on him, which forced destiny to curse him in this short novel of destruction and regret.

I'll be writing much better ones and richer novels if 5 people say it in the comments.

꧁Read if you dare, and let me know in the poll if you enjoy! Stay safe, and learn from Zachary's mistakes, for a similar punishment awaits those who follow the path he tread.꧂
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