The Lantern of Eldervale In the ancient village of Eldervale, nestled between thick forests and snow-capped mountains, there lived a girl named Liora. She was seventeen, quiet, and curious—a weaver's daughter who spent her days spinning silk and her nights reading old books by candlelight. Her mother had died when she was a baby, and her father—though kind—spoke little about the past. Eldervale was a peaceful place, but it carried a strange legend. Every century, on the first night of winter, a lantern would light itself atop the ruined watchtower at the edge of the forest. No one dared approach it, for the last time someone tried, they vanished without a trace. The village elders believed it was a curse—a remnant from the old kingdom that once ruled these lands. But Liora didn’t believe in curses. She believed in secrets, in hidden truths. On the eve of her eighteenth birthday, the lantern lit again. That night, Liora stood at the edge of the forest, her breath formi...
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