The Crown of Curses

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…She looked at her hands, still grimy from the forge, her knuckles calloused. Then, she looked at Kael, his face set with grim determination. She thought of her village, of the hope she carried, a fragile ember in the face of overwhelming darkness. “Then we will not yield either,” Elara said, her voice clear and steady. She met Kael’s gaze, a silent understanding passing between them. The journey had begun, and there was no turning back. The Dawn Peaks, and the artifact that lay within, awaited. The curse would not wait.