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The Burning
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Ongoing, First published Oct 25, 2024
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Her mother taught her to be perfect. The perfect maid, the perfect kitchen aid, the perfect little mouse no one would look twice towards. Her father needed her to be perfect. The perfect shadow, the perfect spy, the quiet extension to his daughter. Her sister wanted her gone.

But when one perfect little creation gets pushed around just a little too much, it bursts. It goes up in flames. It eats anything in its wake.

When Azara sparks to life, she is anything but perfect. And one mistake is all it takes for everything in her life to be taken away from her. The life that she knew, the people she grew up with, the places she know like the back of her hand. Gone.

Her mistake pushes her father to take drastic measures. His plans can not be distroyed, so he remakes them. But Azara doesn't get to know them. She's sent away, on the other side of the continent, with no plan whatsoever.

Right into the hands of a broody king. One that is rumored to have killed his other two Queens.
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