Nothing was there. I told myself that nothing was there. That seeing and believing were two different things. If I didn't believe it was there, it wasn't there, even if I saw its shadow. My name is Millie. And those things are not there. My name is Millie. And those things are not there. I kept repeating the thought over and over and over again in my head. I closed my eyes, hoping they would be gone. Hoping that this was just a bad dream...
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The One Who Was Chained
FantasyThe unlikely story of how a girl, her wyvern, a talking hawk and an outcast save the Bermuda Triangle. --- The Bermuda Triangle, a place where the veil of reality is lifted, and a world filled with creatures of myth and legend rule. Mairen, a magic...
