In the smoggy city of Ironclad, where towering steel walls blocked out the sun and drones buzzed like angry bees, eleven-year-old Nana lived in a cramped attic with her little brother, Eddy. The city was ruled by the High Council, a group of stern grown-ups who demanded everyone follow their rules. No laughing too loud, no running in the streets, and definitely no dreaming of a world beyond the walls. But Nana was different. She had a spark in her hazel eyes and a secret: she was the Shadow Archer, a mysterious figure who darted through the city at night, leaving messages of hope painted on walls in glowing chalk.

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