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... wrists were wrapped in clean bandages, his chest covered in a soft linen shirt that wasn’t his. Someone had tended to him. Someone had... saved him?
But why?
Devon frowned, his dry lips parting. The last thing he remembered was crawling toward a child, a small boy with golden hair, as assassins surrounded them. He’d thrown himself between the blades and the boy, then nothing but darkness.
Now, he was lying on a wide bed, covered in soft blankets, the air heavy with the fa ...
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