"The truth is always visible, but the focus on errors makes the truth hidden..."
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Kim Taehyung, a little omega who grew up in Little Crystalcrest, thought he knew all about it.
Everyone in town knew about it.
Little Crystalcrest was like garden haunted by ghosts.
More specifically, a house haunted by rumours and realities.
Taehyung often wondered why they didn't move out. It wasn't like they did anything wrong, but he wondered how they lived like that.
Taehyung knew about a lot of things; he knew that hippopotomonstrosesquipedaliophobia was the phobia of long words, he knew that there were more than four thousand types of potatoes , he knew babies are born without kneecaps. But he never knew how the Joens found the strength to stay here, under the weight of so many widened eyes.
It was particularly cruelty that their house was so close to Little Ceystalcrest Grammer School, where both Jeon Woo Bin and Shin Min Ah had gone, where Taehyung would return.
Taehyung stopped and rested her hand on the front gate,instantly braver than half the town kids.
His eyes traced up the path to the front door.
It was possible that this was a very bad idea; he had considered that. A bad idea or a bold idea. And yet history's greatest minds always advised bold over safe; their words good padding for even the worst ideas.
He walked up to the door and paused a second to check he was sure, knocked three times.
The door opened with the clatter of a falling chain and a double locked click.
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