Waves and Whispers: The First Note
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Last published Tue, May 13, 2025
The voices of sacred history runs deep, woven into stones of multiple palaces; every crack, and every law.
It was never a question of who, nor what- but a dilemma of, how?
Where memory is law, and forgetting a sin... A world where destiny plays the role too well- a fragment of a broken vow has been uncovered.
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