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... > Alden hadn't slept a second.
He lay on his side that night, back pressed to the cold stone wall, watching moonlight spill across the floor like pale milk. The message had arrived without warning. Not from Evelynn's mouth, of course—she wouldn't lower herself for that. Just a mutt in a Ransdov uniform, tossing him fate like a bone.
Typical Evelynn.
Alden rolled onto his back, eyes narrow, thoughts sharp.
The Phoenix Tournament.
So it begi ...
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