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... yet it was, ironically, often given too freely by those too young to know better. Like sixteen-year-old Damien.
He’d shrugged off his father’s warnings again and again: never trust strangers, never trust those who move in shadow, and above all, never trust anyone who demands it. Damien called it prejudice. He wanted to be better, to be good, to prove himself worthy of the title First Blade.
That night in the forest, while following his father on a routine hunt, he’d found her: c ...
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