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	<title><![CDATA[George - the SUMMONER]]></title>
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	<itunes:summary><![CDATA[Into the Abyss
When the sun began to die, the world did not notice at first.
It dimmed slowly—like a tired ember refusing to admit it was fading. Harvests failed in quiet fields. Oceans cooled by a single, merciless degree. Priests blamed forgotten gods. Scientists blamed forgotten equations. But the old myths whispered something else:
The sun had been taken.
Deep beneath the earth, past the roots of mountains and the bones of ancient cities, there was a chasm older than light. They called it the Abyss—a place where forgotten things drifted and broken stars were buried. And in that lightless gulf, something had wrapped its hunger around the heart of the sun.
Only one path led there: a descending gate carved from obsidian and starlight, sealed since the first dawn.
Aureon volunteered.
He was not a warrior, nor a saint—only a keeper of forgotten maps and broken legends. But he understood the language of thresholds. At the gate’s mouth, he pressed his palm against the stone. It pulsed faintly, like a heartbeat fading in winter.
The world above him was already colder.]]></itunes:summary>
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When the sun began to die, the world did not notice at first.
It dimmed slowly—like a tired ember refusing to admit it was fading. Harvests failed in quiet fields. Oceans cooled by a single, merciless degree. Priests blamed forgotten gods. Scientists blamed forgotten equations. But the old myths whispered something else:
The sun had been taken.
Deep beneath the earth, past the roots of mountains and the bones of ancient cities, there was a chasm older than light. They called it the Abyss—a place where forgotten things drifted and broken stars were buried. And in that lightless gulf, something had wrapped its hunger around the heart of the sun.
Only one path led there: a descending gate carved from obsidian and starlight, sealed since the first dawn.
Aureon volunteered.
He was not a warrior, nor a saint—only a keeper of forgotten maps and broken legends. But he understood the language of thresholds. At the gate’s mouth, he pressed his palm against the stone. It pulsed faintly, like a heartbeat fading in winter.
The world above him was already colder.]]></googleplay:description>
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When the sun began to die, the world did not notice at first.
It dimmed slowly—like a tired ember refusing to admit it was fading. Harvests failed in quiet fields. Oceans cooled by a single, merciless degree. Priests blamed forgotten gods. Scientists blamed forgotten equations. But the old myths whispered something else:
The sun had been taken.
Deep beneath the earth, past the roots of mountains and the bones of ancient cities, there was a chasm older than light. They called it the Abyss—a place where forgotten things drifted and broken stars were buried. And in that lightless gulf, something had wrapped its hunger around the heart of the sun.
Only one path led there: a descending gate carved from obsidian and starlight, sealed since the first dawn.
Aureon volunteered.
He was not a warrior, nor a saint—only a keeper of forgotten maps and broken legends. But he understood the language of thresholds. At the gate’s mouth, he pressed his palm against the stone. It pulsed faintly, like a heartbeat fading in winter.
The world above him was already colder.]]></description>
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