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... ove, illuminating the Second Prince Kaelin’s pale face.
He sat on a stone chair, his upper body bare, the lines of his shoulders and chest muscles still sharp, yet veiled as though with a layer of ash.
The bandage on the left side had been removed, the newly stitched scar extending along the fractured shoulder line.
His Fighting Energy sputtered within, like a broken bellows, leaving only shattered echoes, unable to muster strength.
The physician knelt by his side ...
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