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... like silk catching at the edges, burning to threads.
Caelen’s voice... so rarely raised in public, cut through the smoke and murmurs like a blade.
"Why are you suddenly giving up something so precious to you?"
The sound of it turned heads. Every noble, every priest, every guest froze mid-breath. It wasn’t only the question, it was the desperation threaded through it, the kind that did not belong in a king’s throat. It was grief wearing the wrong mask.
He was star ...
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