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He kneeled on the snow. The burning cold was reddening both his toes and fingers, but it didn't compare to the anger he was feeling at the moment. Such anger could be noticed in his expression, which even seemed animalistic, as well as in the tears streaming down his face.

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When he opened his eyes, all he could see was an old, wooden ceiling. After staring at it for a while, he turned his head.

"Oh! I'm glad you're awake!"

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"I swear! I'm coming back alive!"

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On August 17th 1788, Austria, a new boy is born, this boy would bring a huge change with him.
The novel "The Bringer of Light" will revolve around quarrels of powerful noble families, political matters, strategic discussions, the real human condition where good and bad people don't truly exist, and much more.

That boy is a prodigy child, having deep insight ever since his birth. One day, something terrible happens to him, which makes him have the goal of bringing light to this world.

The main point of this book is following him on his journey to fulfill that task. He goes through a lot of internal struggles such as: Is it really possible to achieve such a thing? Is what I'm trying to do even the right choice?

The Bringer of Light

After talking a bit more with Olivia, Freida, and Violett, Lukas finally decided to leave the servant's room. After all, he had spent a lot of time talking to them there, so he thought it was time to leave, at least for now.

After Lukas left Olivia's room, he headed straight to his. Once he arrived at the door, he immediately opened it.

There, he saw Nathalie, who was sitting on the bed, while reading a book. However, as soon as Lukas opened the door, she immediately placed the book down, and looked at him.

Nathalie raised her brow. "Oh, hey, Lukas," she said before standing up. "Have you finished your conversation with that new servant... huh..." the red-haired girl struggled to remember her name.

Lukas closed the door behind him before walking in. "Olivia?" he asked.

Nathalie immediately nodded her head. "Yes, Olivia. And there was a younger one. I guess her name was Klara, right?" she asked.

Uncertainty