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... swirled with anger and frustration, directed at both himself and his dead son. ’Damn, Lucien,’ he thought, clenching his fists so tightly his knuckles went white. ’If only he had listened and shown a hint of sense… we wouldn’t be in this mess.’
The memory of the Elders’ arrival was still fresh, still searing. They had come to him with urgent expressions, their voices sharp as they informed him of Lucien’s death.
The words had struck him like a blow, shattering the fragile calm h ...
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