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... voice was a dry rasp, barely more than the sound of dead leaves skittering across stone. He stood by the tall, arched window of his chamber, his hand gripping the cold stone of the sill until his knuckles turned a ghostly white. Outside, the Northern gardens looked like a patchwork of bruised greys and browns, a fitting reflection of the man who ruled over them.
His eyes were fixed on a small, moving speck of color below. Cherion.
The Omega was wandering the garden paths with hi ...
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