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Epilogue
Proserpina turns to the next page, squinting hard.
When the next words makes absolutely no sense and still doesn’t change at all no matter how much she stares and wills for it to change, the goddess of shadows finally blurted out the words that probably will make sense out of it all because seriously–
“…What the hell?”
“What is it?” another voice piped up.
Her entire body jolted.
Quickly, the young goddess turned to look behind her with a deer in the headlights look in her face… but it was only her younger brother, William, standing by the doorway, a black knapsack carelessly slung over one shoulder, a hand in his pocket while the other was loosely holding his phone, looking over at her with a weirded-out stare.
Embarrassingly enough, it took her a moment or two to final
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