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Side Story: The Mirror's Imago; Prologue
Author: Acrimony Nate
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Prologue

Large chunks of ruins filled the premises of the long-forgotten F-city and its bizarre and quite historical progress in society and technology. They lived at the height of science, born for contemporary use and comfort, but found that their whole world was easily rewritten by the rich and without compassion.

One of its oldest and saddest legacies from the long legends of its destruction is the birth of the ever-loyal android Mirror. Mirror ref

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Hi guys~ Hope this short tale of Mirror and Imago's simple love story take you away from the rush and bleak of SBOF.

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