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The cobbled streets of Elmhaven resonated with the clatter of carts and the boisterous cries of vendors. Anya, a wisp of a girl with fiery red hair and eyes the color of a stormy sky, threaded through the throng, her worn cloak blending with the muted browns and grays of the crowd. Yet, beneath the cloak, hidden whispers thrummed through her veins, the faint echo of an ancient magic begging to be unleashed.

Signs Of Prophecy

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