Seren
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The fairy kingdom of Elarion was woven from moonlight and whispers, a place where fate tangled its threads in the lives of those who dared to dream. And I, Seren, was born to see the threads. "The Queen's puppet." That's what they said about me. A seer with a talent not just for visions, but for vanishing when the world pressed too close. My gift made me sought after, feared, worshipped. But none of them knew that seeing the future wasn't a blessing. It was a cage. And yet, for all the visions I had ever glimpsed, I never saw him coming until now.
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