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The air in the Obsidian Palace felt thick, like it was alive with some old, heavy magic that weighed on Celestine's shoulders. She'd heard her name whispered in half-remembered stories-Celestine, a shadow of something grander-yet here she was, stuck in a life that didn't belong to her, held tight by chains that weren't just metal but something deeper, crueler. She woke that morning, same as always, in a room draped in dark silk, the only light coming from strange glowing orbs that floated like they had a mind of their own.
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