Northern Ireland
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In the heart of modern-day Craigavon, Northern Ireland, where urban estates meet the serene shimmer of Craigavon Lakes, lived Riley Kane, a 32-year-old librarian with eyes like storm-lit seas. Riley was no ordinary man; he burned with a hunger for the ultimate truth—a knowledge so profound it could unravel reality’s fabric. His routine life unraveled Read more
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O tranquil mirrors of a crafted dream,Ye lakes of Craigavon, born of mortal hand,In nineteen-seventy’s dawn, a gleamOf vision carved thee from the sodden land.No ancient springs thy waters did beget,But engineers, with steel and sweat, did strive,To tame the floods that fields would oft beset,And grant a flood-born peace where towns might thrive.Thou hold’st Read more
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O, Lough Neagh, mirror of the faëry land, Thy waters gleam, a silvered dream untold, Where shadows dance and elfin spirits stand, In realms of magic, mystic and old. Thy bosom smooth, a sheet of polished glass, Reflects the heavens, clouds of pearl and gray; Or when the sun, a golden orb, doth pass, Thy Read more
Dany Slone 