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“They both peered into the long, wooden box. It was filled with ancient parchment scrolls, each tied with a ribbon. They exchanged a victorious look. Rohan picked up the top scroll, but did not need to unfurl it to note the strange occult symbols, runes, and other Promethean markings. "This is it, all right." "Unbelievable." Kate shook her head in amazed resentment that the Prometheans had had the audacity to put the dark, occult scribblings of a medieval sorcerer in this holy place.”

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My Dangerous Duke

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Gaelen Foley
Gaelen Foley

Gaelen Foley is an American writer born on November 16, 1973. Her works span various literary genres, including novels, poetry, and plays. Foley is beloved by readers for her unique narrative style and profound insights into human nature. more

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