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“In the midst of the chaos, King Dastur and Queen Elara summoned their most trusted maidservant, Lyra. With tears in their eyes, they handed her their precious child. Dastur's voice was firm but filled with emotion as he spoke, "Take our son and flee. Keep him safe. Reveal his true identity to no one." Lyra, a loyal and resourceful servant, nodded, understanding the gravity of her task. She wrapped the baby in a thick cloak and with a final glance at her beloved king and queen, slipped out through a hidden passageway.”

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Book:Fallen World: Rise of An Incarnation
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