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... ’t carry the warmth of a father or even the irritation of a tired man. It was a gavel striking a block.
Zarius sat up instantly. There was no grogginess, no childhood whim of wanting five more minutes under the furs. His body, even at ten years old, was a machine of trained reflexes. He swung his legs over the side of the bed, his bare feet meeting the frost-rimed stone of the floor. A shock of ice traveled up his spine, but his expression remained as flat as the horizon. He didn’t shive ...
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