PROLOGUE: (Whispers of Exile)

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The moon had set, leaving the night sky a deep shade of indigo. A solitary figure huddled at the edge of a vast, unfamiliar forest, the trees whispering secrets she couldn't understand. Her breath fogged in the cold air, her eyes filled with unshed tears as she clutched the tattered cloak around her. The soft glow of the moon had once been her companion, but now it served as a cruel reminder of her former life, a life she'd been ripped away from without mercy.

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