Crown of Shadow

Crown of Shadow

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Amuren may seem like an ordinary kingdom but it's threaded with lies and secrets that 17 year old Saleyah can only begin to imagine. Saleyah's life changes when she discovers a truth about herself that gets her best friend kidnapped and puts the whole kingdom in mortal peril. As she runs from the truth and secrets that follow her mysterious past Saleyah makes two terrible enemies she can't afford to make. Airen the master of the shadow league has secrets and powers that Saleyah can't even begin to fathom. And William a powerful shadow bender has plans for the kingdom that could put the whole world and everything Saleyah cares about in danger. But joining her is a powerful and silent young man named Amaro and the girl with many names Ailiyah who has secrets more dark and dangerous than Saleyah can imagine.
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(TWs: gore, abuse, sexual abuse, cursing) Why does he still breathe? Why is he kept alive in this shadowed purgatory where time has no meaning, and screams are swallowed by the walls? His cell is a cage, his life a cruel experiment, and his mind a battlefield. Questions claw at him relentlessly: Who is he? What is he? Why does this torment exist? The walls bleed stories of others-lost souls whose cries still linger, haunting the air. His own voice has grown hoarse from endless screams, his body a canvas of scars, a map of suffering that tells no answers, only pain. Every day is a ritual of degradation, where faceless captors toy with his humanity, stripping him of it piece by agonizing piece. The only constant is the endless cycle of questions. Why him? Why the torture? What is their purpose? He clings to the faintest memories of a time before-fleeting images of warmth, love, a face he cannot quite recall. But even those are slipping away, devoured by the void growing inside him. In this relentless, suffocating darkness, where hope is a distant memory, only one question remains: When will the game end, and what will be left of him when it does?

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