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... d like a polished shield hung in the sky,
Intertwined flashes of hatred and fear were reflected in Princess Monali’s eyes.
Her breath was ragged, her chest heaving violently, as she whispered in a voice barely audible:
"That shackle... it won’t stop him for long."
Beside her, Suman stood frozen like a dry tree trunk.
He was but a simple woodcutter... but his blood was the blood of the Forgotten Moon people.
Only once or twice in his life had he hea ...
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