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Privacy Policy – Melody Tales

Your privacy is important to us. This Privacy Policy explains how Melody Tales collects, uses, and protects your information when you visit our website.

1. Information We Collect

We may collect basic personal information that you voluntarily provide, such as your name or email address. This typically occurs when you use our contact forms or submit comments on our stories.

2. Cookies and Google AdSense

Melody Tales uses cookies to help improve your browsing experience, analyze site traffic, and facilitate relevant advertisements.

We also utilize Google AdSense to serve ads. Google AdSense uses its own cookies to serve ads based on your visits to this and other websites across the internet.

👉 You can learn more about how Google uses your information and the ad services policy here: https://policies.google.com/technologies/ads

You may choose to disable cookies through your individual browser settings if you prefer not to receive personalized advertisements.

3. Third-Party Links

Our content may occasionally contain links to other websites, services, or resources. Please note that once you leave Melody Tales, we are not responsible for the content or privacy practices of those third-party sites.

4. Your Consent

By continuing to use Melody Tales, you signify your consent to this Privacy Policy and agree to its terms and conditions.

5. Policy Updates

This Privacy Policy may be updated occasionally to reflect changes in our practices or for legal reasons. Any substantial changes will be immediately reflected on this page.

📅 Last updated: October 2025

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