Where our shadows meet

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ressed in gold. And to

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, immortalized in red and blue light. He was crowned in the art, sword in hand, face carved with nobility and sorrow

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d. "Do you need a crown

room. Uncle Cassarion's gaze sli

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, just as hollow. "O

layed his game for years. Learned to wield words l

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f a rogue assassin working for the rebel

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new those eyes-those storm-colored eyes that saw p

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