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... ingle, unending ache.
Azareel didn’t know when the light of Aetherion had vanished, or when the cold of the Abyss had sunk its claws into his bones.
His back was a map of agony, the stumps where his wings had been screaming with every heartbeat.
His mouth tasted of metal, his thoughts sluggish, like prayers drowned in tar.
All he remembered was his own voice, whispering that he didn’t hate them.
His kin.
His Father.
The light that had cast ...
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