The crystal of Eldara

mble stone cottages and ivy-covered wells lived a girl named Kaela Thorne, known for her unruly auburn curls and curious nature. At seventeen, Kaela

iling over the rune-carved stones that lined the border. Her grandmother,

per with eyes distant and full of

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of Eldwyn Mountain, Kaela heard it: a voice, soft as wind

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d in the distance, a reminder of the hour. Her instincts scre

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himmered between the trees-a flicker of blue light. And just like that,

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