Child of the Storm

Child of the Storm

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Fantasy
"I am the odd child, the strange one as the whisperers say. I can hear them behind my back. There are many rumors about me, most of them false . But, I do slip into visions. I see things that others can't and I know things that others don't." This is Elane's world. She lives a simple, lonely life. That is until the strange man comes to town. She is whisked into a world of magic and miracles. But there is danger in her perfect world...
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