The forest had never felt so quiet. A thin mist curled between the trunks, muffling the occasional rustle of a squirrel or the distant call of a nightbird. Snow White stood at the edge of the clearing, her cloak pulled tight around her shoulders, the crimson ribbon of her dress catching the faint moonlight. She had been wandering for days, searching for the source of the dark rumors that had begun to stir the kingdom—rumors of a new curse, of a power that threatened to shatter the fragile peace she’d fought so hard to restore.
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