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... as if carved by She Who Brings Mercy and Love herself. Every house in the eastern provinces had once whispered his name, their daughters or sons boasting of a night under his gaze. His beauty had been a weapon that could struck all.
That splendor was gone.
Now, Mavius sat alone among the relics of his vanished charm, a cup of red wine trembling in his scarred hand. The mirrors of the chamber had been shrouded long ago; he could not stand to see what looked back. Still, he needed ...
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