Sylvia's Daughter
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What if Sylvia Had an older daughter, a daughter around Arthur's age? How would the story change?
How many would be saved if she was able to help Arthur and guide him to get stronger as time went on?
This story isn't all about Sylvia's eldest daughter, it's about both Arthur and Arya Indrath.
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