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The Price Of A Borrowed Life

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THE PRINCE RETURN 1

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Douye Soroh: My name is Douye Soroh, and I’ve always loved escaping into the pages of novels and fantasy stories. Authors like T.C. Southwell, Brandon Sanderson, John Gwynne, R.J. Barker, and many others created vast, unforgettable worlds that felt like home to me — worlds that inspired me to start building my own. That’s why I created this space: to share the dark, twisted, and magical stories that live in my head, and hopefully, one day, to publish full-length fantasy novels of my own. The journey hasn’t been easy, but passion and determination keep pushing me forward. Thank you for being here with me. Twisted Stories provides original, human-written dark fantasy and folk horror intended to explore [themes like karma, morality, etc.].

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