Echoes of the Chosen One by Joyce Tariro Taviringana

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…The compliment, delivered with such effortless charm, landed like a perfectly aimed arrow. Elara felt a thrill, a dangerous, exhilarating thrill, course through her. She knew, with a certainty that both terrified and excited her, that her quiet life in Willow Creek had just taken a sharp, irreversible turn. The predictable rhythm was about to be shattered, replaced by a melody both beautiful and unsettling, a melody played by a stranger whose motives remained shrouded in an alluring, dangerous mystery. The dust motes still danced, but now, they seemed to swirl with a newfound energy, an echo of the storm that had just begun to gather.