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... —was in his hands. His body trembled, not from exertion, but from a shame that coursed through him like a poison.
He had drawn his spear against a child. A boy who was less than a tenth of his age, a boy who had not surpassed the Wall, who hadn’t even reached the Wall.
And yet, Lazarus had felt fear.
The moment Arthur’s sword pressed against his astral energy, relentless and unyielding, a cold dread had crept into the Vampire Elder’s chest. For a fleeting instant, he beli ...
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