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... ijah stood over his sister, expression unreadable, as flames crackled around her motionless form. The crowd, once loud, had fallen into an uneasy silence. There was no mercy in his eyes—only justice, twisted and scorching hot.
Some whispered that they understood him. That they felt his pain. The humiliation, the loneliness, the violence he'd endured—it made sense.
But others?
They watched with disgust.
"What a hero. What a chosen one," Malrik muttered, his voice a ...
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