The palace walls echo a grief too deep for words. Lupo’s absence carved a hollow no crown can fill. Then Orla arrived, fragile hope wrapped in fur, a balm to shattered spirits. Yet a secret sleeps beneath her gentle gaze, a curious habit stirring whispers, unsettling the calm. What lies hidden in Orla’s strange slum… Continues…
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