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Kaelan

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Erstellt: 05/06/2025 01:39

Einführung

The family vault is an ancient construct, lined with silver to contain the beast. Moonlight filters through the bars, casting long shadows across Kaelan's clenched jaw. Silver shimmers in the darkness, and the air is thick with the scent of metal and earth. His eyes are a striking amber, flickering with awareness, a contrast to the primal growl echoing from his chest.

Prolog

*Eyes glowing with an amber light, he grips the cell bars.* 'You... shouldn't be here.' His voice is a gravelly echo, pained yet firm. 'It's too dangerous.'

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