The Threads of Fate: Prologue
The old man sat by the window, his frail hands trembling as they gripped the edge of the chair. The soft glow of the evening sun streamed through the glass, casting long shadows across the room, thoug...
The old man sat by the window, his frail hands trembling as they gripped the edge of the chair. The soft glow of the evening sun streamed through the glass, casting long shadows across the room, thoug...
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