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      At the Window of the Summer Palace

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      by prism The Summer Palace, said to have been built by the first Duke Dietrich for his beloved spouse. Even after becoming Wellington’s spouse, Kim Sarang could not become the master of the palace. “Shall we really get divorced?” Injured during a match, Sarang had stitches on his forehead and a cast on his left leg. Looking up at him, just as he did on the…
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      AWSP Chapter 1.1

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      by prism Prologue: The King Is Dead The King Is Dead. Really Dead.   R. I. P   LUV   A luxury sedan lay overturned and half-destroyed by the roadside. Through the shattered car window, crimson blood flowed, staining the Wellington Enterprises emblem. The article headline, printed in bold, was mockery itself. The title, splashed across the front pages of both online and offline newspapers, was swiftly broadcast worldwide through the media. In particular, the…
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      AWSP Chapter 1.2

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      by prism The Mermaid’s Child July 7, 20XX. The moment Florian opened his eyes, he checked the date. In his dream, Florian was thirty-four, seven years older than he was now, and his spouse, Kim Sarang, was twenty-four—a mere fledgling exactly ten years his junior. 'What the hell…' It was too vivid to dismiss as a mere dream. The memory of becoming the worst kind of human, marrying a young boy he’d never met, driving him to divorce, and even causing his suicide, was something Florian didn’t even…
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      AWSP Chapter 1.3

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      by prism “They say sometimes a fisherman’s net catches a child by mistake. That child swims well, catches fish well, and smiles well, but when the time comes, they ask to be taken back to the sea. The day I put you on my registry, that story came to mind. You smiled so brightly just meeting my eyes, like a gift from a god’s mistake. Now you’ve grown, play soccer well, and even cook for your dad who comes home late like today. You still feel like the mermaid’s child. Sometimes—no, often—I’m scared…
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