Within the mystical core of the ancient forest, a legend whispers of an enchanted quill. Crafted from a single wing of a legendary bird, it is said to hold boundless power. Any copyright inscribed upon parchment with this powerful quill are imbued with an undeniable magic, capable of bringing tales to life. A storyteller who possesses this quill

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