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A prophecy. A kingdom doused in darkness. A missing heir. Maya has had enough of acting slave towards King Zafar. Her hands red and raw from the scrubbing, she refused to accept that her life was aiming towards nothing except fulfilling the selfish and pathetic desires of a man who claimed the kingdom. The emblem emblazoned on the palm of her hand only reduced her to possession and property and she despised it. But something has come up. A new-found prophecy. Has the oracle finally revealed something that could shed light on the castle that's been destined to a fate of rot and demonic prevalence? The discovery of an heir - an heir that's supposed to be diminished with the bright embers that executed his siblings and parents - leaves the castle in a riot. Can the kingdom finally surface from the dark abyss it has drowned it. Can Maya finally roam free in a province her ancestors once inhabited with good spirit? Or will King Zafar's demons catch up to bury the prophecy and assassinate any hope for the Kingdom's survival?
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