THE POLESTAR CHRONICLES: BOOK ONE
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William never thought much of his dreams, until his dreams thought much of him. Awaking on a beach with a strange mark and title, William learns of his purpose in a greater universe, and a destiny that would impact the future of all worlds as he knows it. A masked usurper king terrorizes the kingdom of Eldhar and its forest neighbor, encouraging a deadly war. All the while, a darker power hides in the shadows, waiting to show itself. With no idea of the hidden power within him, how can William hope to be this world's hero?
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