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... a mask of no emotions—and he stared at Dustan patiently, waiting for the boy to admit complete defeat.

To surrender entirely.

"I-I understand…" He swallowed hard as he uttered those words.

Despite how enraged he was at Ashfelt for using him and jeopardizing the lives of innocent people, Dustan still valued his life above all else. He knew just how cruel this world could be—especially towards commoners.

He would be tortured immensely before getting killed in the mo ...

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