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... the damp soil and a breath held far too long.
Lucas knew exactly who was kneeling in front of him. Everyone there did.
Edric.
The man who had once borrowed fifty silver from him. The man who had shouted the loudest when Lucas, back when he had dueled as Lucian, wielding nothing but a hoe, had been beaten to a pulp in the arena.
Lucas let out a slow, quiet breath. The crisp morning air felt strangely heavy in his chest.
"What is it?" he asked, his tone fla ...
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