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I write for the shadows that stretch across a quiet room, for the weight of memories that press hardest in solitude. My words don't seek to heal or to fix but to reflect-the melancholy truths we carry, the moments we fold away when no one is watching. There is no glamour in grief, no romance in despair; only a raw, quiet pulse that reminds us we're alive. That is where my stories live, and that is where I find my voice.
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Pumkinpatch123
Jan 20, 2025 02:42AM
Dear Readers,Thank you for taking the time to read my book. The first chapter should be uploaded on the 21st of Jan. Your support and interest mean the world to me. I promise to do my best to create...View all Conversations
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The Forgotten Soul
Eden Elanor always believed he was just an ordinary kid, until Ashthorn Academy, the prestigious school for t...
