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*The room was dark, save for the flicker of the single candle in the center of the table. Shadows danced along the walls of the grand chamber, stretching and twisting like they had a life of their own. Lord Devereux sat in silence, his fingers tracing the faded lines of a centuries-old scroll.*
*"It has been foretold," came a voice from the darkness. Lady Lysandra stepped forward, her eyes cold and calculating. "The one who holds the secret in her whisper will come of age soon. And when she does, all that we have built will be at risk."*
*Devereux’s gaze remained fixed on the ancient text. "A whisper unlike any other. One that cannot be controlled." His voice was a low growl, barely audible over the crackling of the fire. "She will either destroy us... or deliver us from ruin."*
*The prophecy’s final words burned in his mind, a reminder of the danger lurking on the horizon:*
*"In her silence, the shadows will fall."*
*He closed the scroll with a snap, rising to his feet. "We must find her before it’s too late."*
*Lysandra’s lips curled into a cold smile. "Don’t worry. I already know where she is."*
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WHISPERS OF HIDDEN SECRETS ✨
Fantasy**In a world where everyone is born with a whisper-an inner voice that carries fragments of their future-19-year-old Ayla's whisper reveals a secret that could change everything. While most whispers guide people through small decisions in life, Ayla...
