The lantern square
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In the town of Candar, humans and beastfolk live side by side, running shops, eating too much night market food, and avoiding anything to do with magic-because everyone's heard the stories. Magic makes people lose their minds. Go too far, and you'll end up like the girl with light in her eyes who forgot her own name.
So yeah. Most folks just stay away from it.
But when a late-night shopping trip turns weird, Saphi (or Aqua, if you're close) and her best friend Kora start noticing things they can't explain-flickering lanterns, sharper instincts, and heat that rises when it shouldn't. They didn't ask for magic. Definitely weren't supposed to have it. But now? It's there.
And maybe, just maybe, it's not the curse everyone thinks it is.
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