The Glass Bound

The Glass Bound

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They say the world beyond the mirror was shattered long ago - its castles fallen, its magic turned to whispers. But Raelynn has always dreamed of it. When a crack appears in the old glass above her mother's hearth, she sees a flicker of something impossible: a pale forest beneath a bleeding moon, and a man watching her through the veil. His name is Aldric, and he is both beautiful and broken - a fae bound to a dying kingdom where illusions breathe and shadows remember. Drawn together by the magic in her blood and the curse in his soul, Raelynn crosses the threshold into a world of glimmering courts and ruined thrones, where nothing is what it seems and every truth cuts like glass. There, she learns her father's forgotten sins still echo through the land - and that she may be the key to restoring what was lost... or ending it forever. As the veil weakens, so too does the boundary between love and ruin, life and death, mortal and fae. And when the glass finally breaks, nothing will be left untouched. The Glass Bound is a gothic fairytale of inheritance, illusion, and the dangerous beauty of a world that refuses to die.
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