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ain of golden wheat, every shimmering stream, and every child born under the silver glow of the night sky. She walked among them as a radiant woman, her hair like woven starlight,
k, and ensure the village's prosperity. Norevia had flourished under her wat
earts in Nore
itement. Tonight was the Moon's Embrace, the holiest night of the year when Elara would descend from her sacred grove to bless the people. Fir
ter with sharp eyes and a sharper tongue, he had never been one
lagers laid out offerings-baskets of fru
ou should show more respect, Fathe
power, giving only what she chooses?
s known her father to be ambitious, but tonight, there
t, luminous glow bathed the village, and the crow
had ar
air grew thick with the scent of jasmine and honey. Villagers fell to their knees
ater, she spoke. "Come, children of
eceiving a touch of her sacred milk. Wounds closed, bellie
ve for the goddess. But beside
people celebrated, he turned awa
llage, what could it do for a
he made hi
eal the god
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Chapt