Starborn: The Gods Underneath
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The starflowers bloom at dusk -- tiny glowing flowers that are mirrors to the health of the world's manna.
But now, they're turning black. And so are the stars on Gwynn's palms.
Born with a celestial mark and a quiet village's love, Gwynn ventures into the heart of the Capitol seeking answers. But what she finds is a buried truth, a forgotten god, and a war on memory itself.
As her skin darkens with the world's corruption, Gwynn discovers she is more than a witness - she is the key.
The bridge.
The vessel.
In catacombs lit by dying light, in temples built for gods the world has tried to forget, she will uncover what it means to truly remember.
🌌 A lyrical fantasy novella about lost divinity, chosen family, and the stars we carry within us.
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