Within the mystical core of the ancient forest, a legend whispers of a magical quill. Crafted from the feather of a legendary bird, it is said to hold immense power. Any copyright inscribed upon parchment with this sacred quill are imbued with an undeniable magic, capable of bringing tales to life. The author who possesses this quill can shape d

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