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... d into place.
He didn’t sit. Neither did I.
He spoke quietly, voice heavy. "I almost died once."
That froze me.
"It was a long time ago. Before you ever came to the Obsidian Throne. Before I became who I am now."
I stood still.
"My body was... failing," he said. "A curse. Old. Feral magic mixed with poison. No one knew how to stop it. The healers gave up. The pack elders said to prepare rites."
I couldn’t imagine that. Not him. Not Cassius ...
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