The Wistful Asylum

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The shard cuts your palm. You do not flinch. You are twelve, and your hands are bare, holding the fractured pieces of the King’s seal. The stone is warm, then hot, then a searing brand against your skin. It whispers. The voice is low, a rasp of gravel and dust, and it sounds terrifyingly like your own. It speaks a name. Kael. Your brother. The court has already branded him a traitor, a thief of...

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