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... hing down like a tidal wave of knives. His hands clutched at his face, trying to smother the sound, trying to hold himself together—but it was no use.
He sobbed. Not the silent, restrained kind of weeping a warrior is taught to master.
No. He completely broke down.
Right there on the floor, in front of his brothers, in front of Maela and their beta, in front of the ghosts of every sin he had ever committed—Lucian wept like a man who had lost his soul.
His broad sh ...
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