Silence
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Her silence was a blessing and a curse, it provided a way out of interrogations, but cut her off from others. Nameless, speechless, homeless- she was the perfect weapon. But what if the very thing she was fighting for...was a lie?
In the realm of Eldan, a secret war is being waged. The Order of the Light is rumored to have been experimenting on people all across the realm, torturing, mutating, and enslaving them. The silent one serves the Forsaken, a group dedicated to snuffing out the Light. Can a mute turn the tides of war?
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