Black wings
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Mystery
Liltih is just an average girl, who lives with her family in a normal town. Altough she has the perfect life with her family and friends in the town, she doesn't feel complete, as if some piece of her is missing. And what about the dreams that been haunting her for weeks. And the most important question of all: Why does the myth of the fallen angel attract her so much?
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