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The Blossoming
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    Tempo 2h 33m
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    Leituras 247
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    Votos 31
  • WpPart
    Capítulos 24
  • WpHistory
    Tempo 2h 33m
Em andamento, Primeira publicação em jan 27
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On the eve of her eighteenth birthday, Ifeoma stands on the threshold between girlhood and destiny. In her village, the dew collected beneath cocoa trees carries the memories of the dead, but when Ifeoma drinks too deeply, she awakens something ancient, hungry, and watching.
Marked by a rare gift known as the Bright, Ifeoma becomes visible to spirits that should never walk among the living. As her coming-of-age ceremony (the blossoming) draws near, unseen forces close in, determined to claim her before she is sealed.
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-Shapeshifter Au- Rain was hitting the windows of every nearby building and prompting the pedestrians to keep their heads under their umbrellas, hurrying home and not even looking at the storefront of your café. Why had your boss even scheduled you for a shift tonight? With weather like this, anyone craving hot chocolate would rather drink it at their own place. Sitting behind the counter and sulking, you decided to make a cup of coffee for yourself, no customer would come tonight anyway. Little did you know, but the kind of "shift" that was coming had nothing to do with work. You cleaned the counter and tables, packed your bag, and used your own key to lock up the café. Your body froze when you heard what sounded like whimpers in the alley next to the café. The streetlights cast long shadows, making it impossible for you to see clearly when you stepped forward. You let out a shriek as your phone slipped from your hand and hit the ground. A man was crouched down, his back facing you, but a dim light let you catch a glimpse of the blood soaking his back and shoulders. He turned around and you recognized him right away. His eyes. His hair. His freckles. Felix was standing right in front of you.