What the gods forgot.
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The gods promised to claim her.
They left her behind instead.
Ophelia was born marked-her body meant to carry divine power, her soul destined for ascension. But when the time came, the heavens were silent.
Now the shrines are empty. The gods are gone.
And something else has begun to stir.
Whispers follow her in the dark. Dreams burn beneath her skin. And a voice-velvet and cruel-calls her by a name no one else remembers.
He says the gods didn't forget her.
He says they sealed her away.
And now that the world is crumbling, he's come to take her back.
She was made for light.
But hell remembers what the heavens threw away.
And its King does not share.
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