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... now blooming fuller and brighter than they had in decades. The once-distant sounds of war had long been replaced by birdsong and laughter, and peace was no longer a fragile dream—it was reality, nurtured by time and choice.
"Catch me, Grandpa!" a voice squealed, light and mischievous.
King Azrael turned just in time to see a blur of red and gold streak past him. Caelan. His grandson's wild curls bounced with every step, arms spread like wings, golden magic trailing faintly behind ...
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