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... iding down until he sits on the blood-soaked steps leading to the seat of power he has just claimed. Pathfinder clatters from his weakened grip, the armament’s crimson glow fading as it rolls across the marble floor.
In the silence of the throne room, with only the King’s corpse for company, Kalakuta’s mind drifts.
He thinks of Kamal.
His first friend.
The brother who tended to his wounds and broke some of the chains present on his mind so long ago.
Kamal ...
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