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... e towering oak shelves groaned under the weight of ancient tomes and battle maps, and a single oil lamp cast flickering amber light across the cluttered desk—Ashen paced like a caged beast. Parchments lay scattered, ink pots overturned in his earlier fit of rage, but he paid them no mind. His mind was a storm: the voice that had slithered into his skull earlier that day, cold and insistent—Kill her—still echoed faintly, a venomous whisper that made his scales itch beneath his skin. He’d left Lum ...
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