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ZZZ: Fading Echos

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"That guy was low-key weird..." Wise glanced over at his sister, rubbing the back of his head awkwardly. "I'm sure he's just socially awkward..." The young manager answered, his sister's antics plastering a small smile onto his face. "So you introverts can just detect each other?" She prodded teasingly with a knowing smirk. "Maybe we can." His sister, Belle, sighed. "Well, at least he paid for a membership." Her own words acting as flint to create the fire of greed burning behind her own eyes. "What movie did he get anyway?" Belle asked, a nosy curiosity laced into her tone. "Just an old horror movie." "Do you think he's a creep?" "Don't be rude..."
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The Rise of the Queen

The First Book of the Kingdom of Sheba When the suns of kings are extinguished, When the voices of sage's fade into hush, And the throne sways uncertainly amidst the shadows…The Daughter of the Sun rises. In the heart of the Kingdom of Sheba where the scent of frankincense mingles with the breath of ancient time, and walls shiver with sleepless secrets A journey unlike any other begins. A woman born of prophecy stands at the crossroads of light and shadow, to seize a crown not forged for her, but for which she herself was forged. Balqis, last of the House of Al-Haddad, does not walk to the throne she ascends it, as one who climbs into her own fate. Encircled by tribal whispers, and assailed by the schemes of men who fear her radiance, she dares to rise in a realm that tests all who attempt to reshape its sacred order. This book is the threshold to a legend in the making Where philosophy bleeds into politics, rituals merge with sacrifice, and history dreams in fire. The Rise of the Queen is no mere tale of a woman’s reign in an age that worships only masculine might, but a profound meditation on will, On the weight of inheritance, and on a question that refuses to fade: Can light prove itself in the inferno of doubt? In this first odyssey through Sheba’s realm, we walk beside Balqis through the chill of crowds and the shadows of court, we hear the heartbeat of conspiracy, Glimpse the flare of decision, and trace the silhouette of a queen who carves time with a glance and reshapes destiny with a single word. The Rise of the Queen is the dawn of an era...The spark of a sovereign flame. For only that which burns… may truly shine.
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