Within the depths of the ancient forest, a legend whispers of a wondrous quill. Crafted from a plume of a legendary bird, it is said to hold immense power. Any copyright written upon parchment with this powerful quill are imbued with an undeniable magic, capable of transforming reality. The author who commands this quill can weave narratives tha

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