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Angels, Book 1 [On Hold]
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Death. Its not what you think it is. It's more like a very, very deep sleep. All it really is, is a dream. A dream world that inhabits millions.
Only a special few people are chosen to have wings. I was one of them. A mysterious bracelet clings onto my wrist. And no one knows what it means. Cody, Grace, and I set out on a quest to save our new Dream World. But, even with powers like mine, you can't always control the world around you.
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