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Liliana Bellator is living a normal life-or at least, as normal as life can be in a small village-until the night her world shatters.
Witnessing her father's brutal murder by the ruthless Centurion Atticus, Liliana is thrust into capti...
I used to watch the rose petals fall in late Windwane when the brown leaves were decaying and the early signs of Frostfall began to show. How red they looked against the month's frosted grounds, like drops of paint splattered across an untouched canvas.
Then, it was all well. The family was together. The village was sound. War was the farthest thing from our minds.
How my perception would change, and the roses would begin to look less like paint and remind me more of spilled blood.
Sometimes, I sit in silence and recall the last day before they came—before my life changed for the worse, before the roses I loved in my youth became a stark reminder of bitter times.
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