Chapter Twelve: Scars That Cannot Be Hidden

Rimas Franc

I write for those who find beauty in ancient relics and ritual smoke. My stories dwell where time stands still and every object has a soul. Step across the threshold where primordial magic meets passion, guided by the Indigo Eye.

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