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Reality and Illusion
Azura's POV The moon hung low in the night sky, casting an ethereal glow over the secluded woods that cradled my cottage. A sense of urgency propelled me forward as I entered the familiar space. The air within was tinged with the scent of herbs and magic, a testament to the countless spells woven into the very fabric of my home. My fingers traced the spines of ancient grimoires lining the shelves until they settled on the one I sought. It creaked open, revealing yellowed pages filled with arcane symbols and incantations. The soft glow of candles flickered, casting dancing shadows across the room as I flipped through the pages. Dahlia's absence and her silence weighed on my mind. The usual connection we shared, a bond woven through time and magic, had frayed. Concern etched lines on my f
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