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Butterflies and Pins

On a special day when it is said that spirits come to visit the living, eighteen year-old Kim Yoon-Yi gets sent into the past. Year 1452 is a year of turmoil. At the Joseon court the King, a Prince and Ministers battle for power. Neither wants to give in, using whatever means possible to best each other. There is nothing one wouldn't be willing to do when a single wrong step can mean either great success or swift demise. While young Yoon-Yi learns to adapt and survive in this new and dangerous environment, she finds a bond that is stronger than time itself: love. For her it was a first love born in the past, for him it is something he cherishes in the present. But what about the future? Will Yoon-Yi's presence in that age trigger unfathomable changes, or will destiny follow its course unhindered? * This is a work of fiction. Some elements are historically accurate, while others, such as certain timelines, events and characters, have been adapted in order to fit the storyline. If you wish to share your opinion on this book, don't feel shy and drop a comment or a message. My discord is Raksha1#2597 The artwork for the cover has been commissioned from artist MagBya ^.^ (Instagram: @mag_bya) Discord server: https://discord.gg/R3AybhzGxT

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Chapter 40

Yoon-Yi was just admiring a prettily decorated lantern, which dangled right above a stall. The rest of her companions were behind her, when a mass of people gushed through their small group like a wave. It split them up, pushing them in different directions. She heard Jung-Hee yelp and Jun-Ho cry out in indignation. Shin was nowhere to be found. Turning on the spot, she tried to force her way through the mass of people, but they were too many and came too strongly at her. The lanterns they were carrying made it even more difficult to walk past them.

With fear rising in her chest, Yoon-Yi realized that she was all alone in an unknown place, with no way of getting back home. Well, perhaps she could ask someone as soon as the streets cleared, but her brain could not think that far ahead at that moment. The only thing she could think about was the bubbling panic that threatened to engulf her senses.