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... ed her as she wept.
At dusk.
The exhausted Erilot had been sent upstairs, and Daymond and the three brothers gathered in the study.
Daymond was silently staring out the window.
Balzac, watching his father’s back, clenched his wrist tightly.
“I’m sorry......”
Balzac muttered in a barely audible voice.
Daymond glanced at his son.
“For what?”
“For Erilot, I mean, the first Erilot. We didn’t protect her, but rather tormented her ...
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