Within the depths of the ancient forest, a legend whispers of a magical quill. Crafted from a single wing of a legendary bird, it is said to hold limitless power. Any copyright written upon parchment with this sacred quill are imbued with an undeniable magic, capable of weaving enchantments. The author who possesses this quill can weave narrativ

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