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The Council Of Six
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2026-10-30 07:30:00The valley had a name now. They called it Haven.
It was not a clever name. It was not a poetic name. It was a name that a child had suggested during a council meeting, and everyone had agreed because it was simple and true. Haven. A place of safety. A place of refuge.
Rosalie stood at the window of the council hall and looked out at the settlement that had grown around her.
Six months had passed since the northern children arrived. Six months of building and planting and
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