Myth of The Broken Throne
Astraea was a normal girl with extremely simple and happy life. But everything is jeopardized when she met a mysterious guy.
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- I closed the book and a heavy sigh left my lips.
I looked out of the library and there he was standing at the door.
His arms flexed as his grip on the door tightened.
He felt so close yet so far.
And his eyes, his beautiful honey like eyes, it held a story.
A mystery that seems to pull me towards him, no matter how much I resist.
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