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Tower of Thorns and Lies

You have been locked in this tower for three years, fed lies and silence, while your stepmother rewrote the kingdom's history to erase your name. Tonight, a man appeared at your window — no rope, no ladder, just bare hands on cold stone — and he looked at you like he had been searching for exactly you. But the last person who said they came to save you was the one who locked the collar around your neck. Dawn is hours away, the coronation cannot be stopped by words alone, and somewhere below the tower, you can hear armored boots on the stairs.