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  • Parts 4
  • Time 52m
Ongoing, First published Dec 11, 2016
A World of Warcraft fanfic.


Autumn has finally caught at its peak this year in the eyes of many people. The autumn winds blew through the tall trees, as a result many of the colorful leaves fell upon a paved road. This paved road led to a mansion owned my an elderly lady and her adopted daughter, along with a maid who takes care of the old lady. Not too far from the household was a beautiful gazebo surrounded by a pond which was connected by a matching bridge. This area was also claimed by the small family. And inside the gazebo was the sleeping young girl with her hand place in the middle of the book.
         
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