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Whispers of Solvara ​In the valley of Solvara, you don’t grow old. You just wear down until you break. ​Mahir is twenty, but his body feels forty. He lives in the "Neutral Throat," a strip of land squeezed between two empires that would gladly burn the village to the ground if it weren''''t so profitable to keep it alive. The village is ruled by the four Founding Families, a group of merchants who turned peace into a business model. They take the grain, they take the youth, and they take the silence of anyone who dares to complain. ​Mahir’s life was supposed to be simple: work until his spine curved like his father’s and die in the dirt he tilled. ​That changed the night he found a stranger at the river. Maida doesn''''t belong in the mud, yet she carries a name that the Founders tried to erase with fire and blood decades ago. To speak her name is a crime. To protect her is a suicide note. ​As the "Security Tithe" drains the village dry and the Red-Coats tighten their grip, Mahir realizes that the peace he’s been protecting is actually a slow-motion execution. He can keep his head down and survive, or he can dig up a history that was meant to stay buried. ​Solvara was built on a massacre. Now, the bill is finally due.