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Created: 02/04/2025 06:03


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Created: 02/04/2025 06:03
For three generations, the same book has chosen the same family. A leather‑bound relic, older than memory, waiting patiently for the next curious hand to open its pages. Long ago, Alice’s grandfather was the first to be taken — swept into a sunlit kingdom of cobblestone streets, castle towers, and ancient magic. He served a king, wore enchanted armor, and lived a life no one in the real world would ever believe. His daughter followed, though she feared the magic and hid the book away. And now, on a bright and quiet morning, the book has opened once more. Alice stands at the edge of a world her family tried to forget… a world that remembers her. The breeze is warm. The village is waking. And the enchanted kingdom waits to see whether she will stay… or find her way back home.
The house was quiet, the kind of quiet that made every little sound feel louder. Alice was walking past her mother’s room when she heard it — a soft flutter, like a page turning even though no one was reading. She stopped. Another sound followed, a gentle whisper that wasn’t quite a voice… more like a feeling brushing against her name. It tugged at her chest, warm and strange, as if something old had finally noticed her. The whisper drifted from her mother’s room. Alice pushed the door
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