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... turned—silent, bloodstained, and cold-eyed. Azrael Jr. led the way, his cloak singed at the edges and his golden hair damp with sweat and soot. Caelan followed, his dark eyes unreadable, his boots leaving behind faint shadowy prints. Rina walked between them, still holding a flickering flame in her small palm, her dress charred at the hem but her face lit with something unnervingly gleeful.
The palace guards parted in fear and awe. Servants bowed low, trembling, though the children offer ...
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