Quick Authors Note :)

I look around at my home for the past two nights; the uneven cave walls cry droplets of water as they form a shallow puddle to my right. My wings shutter each time the wind blows in, threatening to put out my small camp fire. The flames tease me, dancing as I become lost in their rhythm. Stuck in a trance, I reflect on one number, 1825.

1825 days since part of me died.
1825 days since I became a monster.
1825 days on the run.

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When Valerie strangely grows wings on her back her life changes forever. Read about her story of survival, finding answers and even possibly finding love on her pursuit to discover what it means to be human even when you feel far from it.

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