I am not here to be known. I am here to be felt. My words are secrets dressed in ink, waiting for the brave to uncover them.
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Stories by aelvryn
Dawn of Unfading Blossoms
He was the storm that withered flowers - until her dawn taught him how to bloom again.
The Tyrant's Eclipse
Fate does not knock. It drags you screaming into the fire.
On the night the stars shattered, Celestine Avelor...