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A Heartfelt Apology and What’s Next for The Shattered Crown
Dear Readers, First and foremost, I owe each of you a sincere apology. It’s been a while since our journey through the world of The Shattered Crown continued, and I want to thank you for your patience during this unexpected hiatus. Life, as it often does, threw me some curveballs, and though my mind was… Continue reading
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The Shattered Crown – Chapter 13: A Reckoning of Truths
The rebels moved quickly at dawn, the eerie stillness of the village broken only by the crunch of boots on frost-covered ground. Caelan led the way, his focus razor-sharp despite the fatigue gnawing at his limbs. The Duke’s sudden appearance the day before had shaken him deeply, but it also ignited a burning resolve within… Continue reading
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400 Strong and Counting – Thank You!
Hello, my incredible readers! I wanted to take a moment to share something that’s been filling my heart with so much gratitude lately. Just a month and a half ago, Whispers of Fiction celebrated 200 readers—an achievement I was over the moon about. And now, here we are, already at 400! I can’t begin to… Continue reading
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A Holiday Whisper and a Crown’s Delay
Hello, dear readers! I hope this post finds you warm and well, with the echoes of holiday cheer still ringing in your hearts. As November draws to a close, I can’t help but reflect on the stories we’ve lived this year—both the ones we write and the ones we share in our own lives. I… Continue reading
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The Shattered Crown – Chapter 11: Iron and Ash
The grand hall of Kalandor was a cavern of shadows, every corner darkened by torchlight that barely broke through the thick haze of smoke. Flickering flames cast wavering patterns over walls lined with banners depicting the Duke’s sigil—a black hawk, talons spread, fierce and unyielding. Beneath this grim symbol sat Duke Alistair of Kalandor, cloaked… Continue reading