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Echoes of the Forgotten Realm

The night air was cool and alive. The stars above the cliffs shimmered like ancient eyes, and the waves below carried the rhythm of a sleeping giant.
Elara stood at the edge of the cliff, her cloak whipping around her in the sea breeze, her heart pounding with awe.

For the first time in her life, nothing separated her from the world. No walls. No guards. No spells.
Just air, salt, wind — freedom.

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