Prolougue
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Walking pass these beautifully painted and carved palace walls, the sounds of her high heels clacking against the marble floor as she made her way down alone echoed. Walking towards to the dead end with a door her left hand with nails that is perfectly coated in a dark red she grabs hold of the door handle. Looking behind she sees nothing but emptiness - Closing her eyes which hid her violet eyes she takes a deep breath - She's ready.
Yet the question is - is she heading backwards… or forwards?
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