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... against his skin.
The wound on his hand slowly knitted itself together.
"Anywhere else?" she asked.
Caspian flexed his fingers, watching as the last traces of the wound faded.
"Nope," he replied.
.
Time passed in silence, the echoes of distant clashes ringing through the battlefield.
Caspian leaned back, his thoughts drifting.
Every bloodline had its defining abilities.
Some had one, others had two—powerful extensions of th ...
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