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... itch’s voice rolled across the Grand Cathedral, deep and cold, carrying a weight that silenced even the murmurs of the nobles. 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢
"In the old days, my own siblings mocked me. They saw my white blood and called me a ’bitch.’ A name born of shame, for I was the son of a slave... born from weakness. They laughed, twisting it into ’Drakobitch,’ mocking the dragon name I had not yet earned. They believed a half-blood like me was doomed—that no one like me could eve ...
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