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The scent of ink and aged parchment hung in the air as Selene sat cross-legged on the floor of her small, cozy study. The room was...

Thistle had one job—turn to stone at dawn. Easy, right? Except, this morning, Thistle overslept. The first rays of sunlight crept over...

Twelve-year-old Lina tugged at the string of her lantern, watching it bob in the cool night air. The festival had just begun, and the...