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The Hollow Veil

Mara’s boots sank into the mud as she stepped off the bus, the scent of pine resin and damp earth thick in the air. The town of Black Hollow clung to the valley like a shadow, its buildings hunched against…

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Ashes of the Unspoken

The first time Eleanor saw the redcoats, it was not the muskets she remembered, but the smell of burnt oak in the air. The fire had died hours before, leaving only a brittle hush over the village square. She knelt…

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The Ledger’s Shadow

## The Ledger’s Shadow The rain tasted like ash. Alexandre Lamousse ran a hand across the grimy window of his inherited apartment, watching Parisian streets slick with grey. November clung to the city like a damp shroud. His grandfather, Jean-Luc,…

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The Weight of Dawnbreaker

The chipped ceramic of the teacup warmed Lyric’s palms, but did little for the chill burrowing into her bones. Dust motes danced in the single shaft of light slicing through the shuttered window. Valor hadn’t walked in months. Not since…

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The Alchemist’s Bar

The chipped Formica of the counter felt cool under Kenji’s palms. Dust motes danced in the single bare bulb hanging above. Outside, Tokyo exhaled a gritty sigh, a city still coughing up ash, even a year after the firestorms. He…

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Enchanted Amulet

Discovery In the bustling town of Willow Creek, nestled between rolling hills and shimmering lakes, twelve-year-old Lily Monroe lived in an old house with her grandmother. One sunny afternoon, while rummaging through Grandma’s attic amidst dusty trunks and cobwebbed corners,…

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Last Voyage

The Arrival Captain James Whitmore stood at the helm of The Seraphim, her sails taut against the wind as she cut through the Atlantic. His eyes scanned the horizon—starry night reflected in deep blue waves—as if he could divine his…

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