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... ng out against the curve of his neck, his hands digging deep into the ground as if holding on to something tangible within the tempest of his defeat. "I, Aden — Vellore’s First Wall, the sworn defender of her people — yield," he stated, the corners of his voice cracking, raw and brittle.
But even in that vulnerability, there remained a stubborn spark, a low flame which would not be extinguished. Slowly, laboriously, he eased himself further down, until forehead scraped against cold, unfo ...
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