In the moon-kissed corners of hidden towns and dusty libraries, the soft spoken tales of stolen hearts linger. Each chapter holds a fragment of a bond lost, leaving behind an ethereal resonance. Occasionally the pieces come together, spinning a tapestry of despair, woven with threads of faith. Belo

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