Prologue

She knew that their escapade was bound to crash and burn. After all, he was condemned while she was unnecessary to his would-be perfect life. Cursed be the laws of fate. Of curses, of hate, of tragic clichés. For they played in the grotesque symphonies of their passion, blinding, winding yet altogether binding.

And it all began, once upon a sunset with a dance and song.

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