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Ese Per Dimrin.
She remembered a war fought with songs. A city built inside a single teardrop. A king who traded his shadow for a second chance. And she remembered his name—not Ese Per Dimrin, but what came before. Ese Per Dimrin
The children of Thornwood still tell the story. But they no longer whisper the name. Ese Per Dimrin
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