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... ght softened by the night. A cold breeze rustled the leaves, their scratching a faint whisper against the rough castle walls. From the balcony of his bedchamber, Zetius leaned on the window’s edge, his hands clasped as he gazed down, his mind wandering. He was lamenting a time long passed, a memory that felt like a lifetime ago.
His silver hair danced in the wind, brushing gently against his forehead, but the cold didn’t bother him. His allies and friends had already moved on to their re ...
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