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... > Caspian stood tall by the stone fireplace, his chin lifted, making no apologies for the bloodline that flowed through his newly mortal veins.
For a long, suspended moment, the grand parlor was completely silent. The crackle of the hearth fire was the only sound daring to interrupt the profound shock gripping the visiting dignitaries.
Then, Lyra slowly sank back onto the plush velvet cushions of her chair. The fierce dragoness’s crimson-scaled brow smoothed out, and a slow, incr ...
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