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... n and his fresh group of followers.
The faces around him were different from last week's crowd - Zoren went through lackeys like most people went through clothes, discarding them the moment they showed any signs of weakness or independent thought.
The sun was beginning to set, casting long shadows across the training ground, painting everything in shades of crimson that made his skin crawl. He could feel his bloodline stirring restlessly beneath his skin, responding to both the r ...
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