Pheirdhu
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Yourhia has a dark past. A past that haunts her very heart, mind and soul. Having been a branded as impure and abandoned by the people whom she taught would be there for her, she wears a facade of happiness. From resisting insults to enduring brutal treatments from her Mistress, she is all ready to give up hope. Added to the fact that she's changing, something which she cannot fathom and endanger her. But that all changes when he meets a handsome young man, which makes her heart beat again... Will she be able to regain everything she has lost and fall in love again for real this time?
Would you doubt the people who you should trust?
And
Would you open your eyes to the true horrors that your innocent actions have done?
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