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    • DOS Ch-21

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      by Fable Weaver Steve drove over to the school with Kathy as fast as he could as soon as he received the call from Troy’s school.“Troy!” Kathy rushed over to her son and hugged him for dear life, only for him to groan in pain. She reluctantly separated from her son, only to see that Troy was holding his ribs painfully. His right eye was swollen shut, and despite his attempt to smile at her, He looked to be in a lot of pain. His right cheek was also slowly turning a darker shade.“Who did this?” Steve turned…
    • DOS Ch-30

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      by Fable Weaver After a brief stay in Los Angeles to gather our stuff, we flew back to London. London was crowded, loud, cold, and wet. Yet, it was home. As much as the sunny days of LA enticed me, nothing could beat the cloudy skies of London in my 10-year-old self’s opinion. In the long run, I knew that staying in London after Harry Potter was impractical, yet I intended to enjoy this time as much as I could.Most Hollywood filmmakers stayed in or around Los Angeles, making it difficult for London-based actors to…
    • DOS Ch-154

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      by Fable Weaver January 2006, Los Angeles, CA, USAIt had been so long since I had won a major award that I had almost forgotten the feeling of winning anything substantial. My last award worth talking about was a Tony, and that was nearly four years ago. I can't really describe the feeling in words, but I felt like I was on top of the world. While the Golden Globes don't guarantee an Oscar win, they certainly mean that I've become a serious contender for the award now."Troy to Earth!" Mum called out to me. "Come on, son,…
    • PrologueDOS Prologue

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      by Fable Weaver Prologue It all started where it usually does in these types of stories. I died. I don't remember much about my past life. Or at least the parts about my family and friends have been blurred into oblivion. I know I had a loving family. Parents, definitely. Sibling(s), maybe. Friends and lovers, not so sure. I bet you're not interested in what my life used to be, but what it is now. To disappoint many among you, no, I did not wake up in a womb, about to be squished out and soon to be smacked on my…
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