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Damien paced his chamber like a rat in a fire trap.
His boots thumped across the marble floor, each step filled with pent-up frustration and a growing sense of doom.
His once-pristine robe now looked like he’d slept in it—twice—and his hair stuck out in wild tufts from repeated runs of his fingers.
"I had no choice... no choice!" He muttered to the empty walls, hands flailing. "Oathworm binding, ancient damn parasite—ugh! Betray the Vaises or melt from the inside o ...
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