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Her name speaks for her in every tribulation, every
situation.She hears the ominous fractures in magic
where others hear only silence, every broken charm
humming her name like a devilsh desire for revenge . The
kingdom sleeps, ignorant to its impending downfall.
Broken magic tastes like ash and honey, beautiful and
lethal, and in her hands, the kingdom teeters. Every pure
heartbeat carries whispers she is forbidden to hear, every
flicker of light leans toward her ears cast shadows on her
cold heart, every shadow murmurs riddles only she can
understand. The wind carries secrets, and still she
listens, her heart thrumming with the pull of revenge, the
pull of IT the pull of everything waiting to break and
awaken, and in that breaking, she begins to understand
herself
And understand that the storm is coming.................