Chapter 7 Echoes in the Glade

The sun in Aeloria never rose—it bloomed. Petals of light unfurled across the sky, casting golden warmth over the treetops and shimmering lakes. I stood at the edge of the Whispering Glade, my fingers trailing through the air, shaping flickers of flame that danced like fireflies. I felt more alive h...

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