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... body shuddering as though struck by a thunderclap.
His voice broke from fury into disbelief, words tumbling like fragments of stone, "I... i–is it true!? My tribe... truly gone!?"
His voice, usually a chilling tide of authority, now sounded hollow, raw with disbelief and dread. His gaze burned with blinding hatred as if he wanted to swallow the Lamia Queen whole.
But Autarch’s reply came with indifferent cruelty, sharp as ice, "Why would I need to lie... to someone like y ...
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