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... n, bright with energy. He leaned sideways in the saddle toward the older one riding beside him, his grin wide and knowing.
His hair was black as smoldering charcoal, combed back to either side in a slightly uneven middle part. A stray lock, rebellious as its owner, had fallen to rest just above his left brow, where a thin scar ran downward in a pale, jagged line before ending two finger-widths above his eye. It caught the sunlight now, like a slash of silver against his otherwise youthfu ...
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