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... knife through meat.
He gasped—eyes wide, breath shallow—as blood gushed from his mouth. His legs gave out, collapsing to the dirt floor of the ancient dungeon, a cold, damp cave littered with bones and decaying armor.
Above him stood Gareth, his half-brother. His perfect golden hair gleamed under the torchlight, and his Beast Tamer’s Crest glowed brightly on the back of his hand. In Gareth’s other hand: Jemil’s own crest stone—shattered.
"I told you, little brother," Gar ...
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