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As autumn deepens and Samhain draws near, the veil between worlds grows thin and memories feel close enough to touch. In my world of Sylvaeren, this sacred night is called Soultide—a festival where souls return to the starlight and the living send leaf-lanterns drifting across the water—a quiet reminder that no soul is ever truly lost, and no love ever forgotten.

Every tale begins with a first step. This one starts here, with my introduction. My name is Fayre Kehoe, and I write dark romantasy...