Amethyst Sutter sat by the window, her porcelain fingers tracing patterns on the glass. Suddenly, a knock at the door broke her reverie. When she opened it, a familiar figure stood before her, his features shrouded in shadow. As he stepped into the candlelight, recognition dawned on her. Tears filled her blue eyes as she rushed to embrace him “I’m so glad you found me,” she whispered, clinging to the hope that his return might hold the key to breaking the sorcerer's curse
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