Angela Candler

The world had grown dim long before the final sun slipped beneath the horizon.
Cities had gone quiet. Forests stood still, their leaves brittle as ash. The oceans, once wild and untamable, moved only when the wind remembered to breathe. Somewhere, in what had once been a thriving coastal village, a woman named Mara guarded a lantern, the last known source of natural light.
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