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Blood and Laurel

Amy_Chepkorir
In the shadowed depths of the mountain mines of Virelia, where men are stripped of names and hope, a quiet fire begins to stir. Damaric Vireon, a slave marked by a mysterious glyph, toils under the lash of brutal overseers. But when a hidden path leads him to an ancient symbol buried beneath the stone, whispers of an old prophecy awaken, and with them, the beginning of a rebellion not yet born. Far across the Whispering Borderlands, Aelana, a spirit-touched seer, feels the tremor echo through the land. Bound to the ancientlore of the Wildlands of Kavara, she knows what the signs mean, the fire has chosen a vessel, and the long, slumbering prophecy is breathing again. Her path is clear: to guide the one who bears the mark, and awaken the forgotten flame that once defied empires. As Damaric begins to draw others to him, broken men who still remember how to bleed with purpose,he must walk the line between survival and uprising. But the masters have ruled for centuries with cruelty and cunning, and they will not let their grip falter without a fight. Beneath the earth, in the forbidden tunnels, something older than the empire stirs. And the chains that bound them may become the forge of their freedom.
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