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ina
ady! By the World Tree, they've both dra
bark and stale grease, echoing off the damp, lich
r had drained the final embers of my vitality, my fingers trembled so violently again
children. Their tiny faces were pinched, their breath so faint that th
hide, her cold, slate-colored eyes drifting dow
ark," she said, her tone curdling into disgust. "The Gr
cracked lips togeth
l-black ink, she drew a thick, damning slash acr
ath, loud enough to cut. "Spawning bastards in the d
ath Ring activated by one's own blood
ld Iron band, the toxic metal that scorched elf flesh a
I did n
g the insult wash over t
ers in the Middle Reaches-pulled me from the frozen
hadow meant to absorb every blow intended for
er-was gutted by Abyssal demons on the southern perimeter, his
to him for his rank, shrieked in
reat Council's registry, forging my consent, and for
y border stone keep, I poured my own p
hing cantrips, letting my raw essence mend his
ife-the moment he stood whole, revered, and commanding the
hands, weeping delicate, rehearsed tears, and c
, arrogant fool swa
while banishing me to the servant quarters as an opportunistic wretch
birthing cell, the sharp, spiteful goss
morning? Warlord Ellis booked the entire Crystal
noble daughter of Buck. Not like the shameless trash dying down the
ugh scraped pa
ished a battered, gray talis-shard from beneath the straw pillo
, my voice cracked like dry leaves. "The younglings are born. A boy and a girl
e muffled laughter of courtiers, the clinking of c
e this pathet
itched. "Ja
ping with venomous Warlord authority. "You chose this exact hour to invent a phan
ry finally burned behind my eyelids. "They are yo
not wear an Oath Ring on your hand, woman. You are a nameless nobody I took pity on. Wh
hrough the rune. "Jake... my head spins. The vintage
r, reverent murmur. "Hush, little bird. Sip slowly. The entire r
re send another sigil to harass Candida while she carries my heir, Alaina, I will not wait for
of the World Tree kingdom, where Outcast Clans were left to
ap
f spirit energy surged back through the cracked talisman, biting
idwife lingering by the basin looked at me with hollow pity, setting d
. The bitter broth burned down my throat, but it b
bled for him in t
silence. My son's tiny hand weakly flailed against the coars
through my pelvis, I leaned down and gath
on nails buried in the floor. "He called you wild runts. He called me trash. But I swear on t
a tiny, intricate crest of emerald light f
nst their heads, severing Ja
he ward was pushed open a crack, and a

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