The Veilbound Heir
Mist curled around The Starwake as Eldrin clutched the glowing pendant. The fog parted, revealing towering glass spires and shadowy figures drifting above silver bridges. Then, a voice echoed through the mist—deep, ancient, undeniable. "Heir of the lost… do you seek the throne?"
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