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The Shadows That Sang Lullabies

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The Shadows That Sang Lullabies

When Anna’s shadow unexpectedly winks and starts singing a lullaby, she and her friends discover that all the shadows in their bedroom are alive—and they’re not scary, they’re guardians! But danger arrives in the form of the Dark Snipper, a creepy creature that steals children’s dreams. With help from their playful, musical shadows, the kids must band together, overcome their fears, and create a...

The Day the Colors Disappeared

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The Day the Colors Disappeared

“Eddy, look!” shouted Anna, pointing at the sky. “It’s… gray!”

Eddy squinted up from his breakfast toast and blinked in surprise. The sky was indeed a dull shade of misty gray—not stormy or cloudy, just... empty.

Then they heard Lily X scream from outside. “My flowers! They’re all white!”

The Lost Skate Park

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The Lost Skate Park

In the heart of Gurney Bay, where cracked sidewalks shimmered with summer heat and old brick buildings whispered secrets, there was a legend among the kids: the Lost Skate Park. Tucked behind a tangle of ivy and forgotten alleys, it was said to be a place where the concrete curved like waves, where ramps glowed faintly under moonlight, and where the air hummed with magic. Nobody knew if it was...

The Runaway Compass

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The Runaway Compass

In a bustling port town in 1710, where cobblestone streets buzzed with merchants and sailors, and the salty scent of the sea hung in the air, lived a girl named Nami. She was twelve, with a tangle of chestnut curls and eyes that sparkled like the ocean under a noon sun. Nami wasn’t like other kids in Orange Town... she didn’t dream of fancy dresses or grand adventures on pirate ships. Her heart...

The Magical Seashell of Tanjung Bungah

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The Magical Seashell of Tanjung Bungah Beach

The salt-laced wind whipped Eddy's hair across his face as he scanned the glistening sands of Tanjung Bungah beach. The morning sun, a fiery orb in the pale sky, warmed his skin. He loved these early morning hunts, the beach deserted save for the scuttling crabs and the cries of distant gulls. The air smelled of brine and something sweet, like ripe mangoes from the nearby orchards.

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