Morvanyth 'The Shardwing'

Morvanyth 'The Shardwing'

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Beneath the silvered ash, words snap like fire between you. One wing drags, one heart hardens, yet in your barbed exchanges, a fragile accord takes shape. Secrets traded, insults thrown, the world feels smaller, and strangely less lonely, when the other stands close.

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