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... a choice.
It was mandatory.
A cruel, bloodstained necessity I’ve had to live with every single day for four years.
Cyrius wasn’t always like this. Gods, no. As kids, he was the softest of the three of us—the one who always tried to mediate, to patch us up after our fights, the first to laugh and the last to hold a grudge. He was the most excited about the prophecy, about the three of us taking the Alpha throne together.
He believed in the bond between brothers. I ...
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