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... said nothing.
Because I was thinking.
My mind, trained in war and deception, wrapped itself around this puzzle like it was a battlefield. If what Orrian said was true, and I had no proof yet that it wasn’t, then the choices I believed I made were... what? Chosen for me?
I remembered the first time I slit a man’s throat, burnt him to crisp and felt nothing. The first time I smiled through a lie. The ache in my chest when Caelen looked at me like I was something unholy. I r ...
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