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... ed elusive to him. The room was dark, illuminated only by a small lamp on his nightstand.
Every time he closed his eyes, his mind was flooded with memories of Aster—the way he always took care of Vyan, pranked him, pulled his cheeks, read him bedtime stories, and so much more. Sure, he couldn't remember everything due to them being lost in time. But he did know that his brother had sacrificed too much for him.
If Vyan was born to be Aster's light, how could he allow Aster to rema ...
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