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... t was a cry of pure, unadulterated loss.
Caspian stood before the closet door, his trident raised, his heart hammering against his ribs. Primrose was gone. Swallowed by the floor. And now, the corrupted Lord Malachi was standing in the center of the nursery, the black sludge of the Nightmares swirling around his ankles like obedient pets.
"Do you hear that, Sea King?" Malachi rasped, stepping over a pile of ruined stuffed animals. "That is the sound of a broken Heir. The sound of ...
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