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... room, and her heart shattered.
If King Caspian’s room was a palace of cold opulence, Prince Orion’s room was a mausoleum. It was silent, dark, and the only light came from a few dim crystals embedded in the ceiling. In the center of the room, nestled inside a giant, cushioned pearl-shell, lay the Prince.
He was tiny. He couldn’t be more than five or six years old. His hair was the same pearlescent white as his father’s, but his skin was a dull, sickly grey. His small tail, which ...
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