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so heres mes story:
The shadow appeared every day now, slipping through her dreams. It morphed, a cat, an owl, a bear. But most of all, it looked like Jimmie.
Shannon lost her best friend three years ago today. The Fire of the Village. That’s what the towns folk called it. Shannon figured out that being a heir to the throne was not very fun without Jimmie. What to do?