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The castle stood on the cliff like a broken tooth. Rain hammered the slate. It was dark. The fire in the hearth was dying. Caleb sat on the floor. He was twelve. His hands were red. He held his breath. The pain was a white hot wire. It ran from his fingertips to his heart. He looked at his palms. They were pale. Too pale. The veins showed like blue ropes. He had been bleeding for days. Not from...

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