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This book is a draft. To be finished it is very important that you tell me what do you think about the story.
Even if you can't get through the first chapter, say it in the comments, that helps a lot.
The first part of the story takes place on a fictitious island besides Ireland called Kreg, shortly before the Victorian era in the 1700s. It tells about a genius prince, and a prince with a big heart, and the mystery behind it. Their destinies, for some reason, always give a way to tie them together even though they came in opposite directions.
There is not always a guarantee of a happy ending, but stories always find a way to continue.
I talk too much, I know, but that's why this book was written!
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