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... ad always told me ever since I'd been young was that I could never count on a plan.
The image of him from years back—when he didn't have so many stress-carved wrinkles across his face and trenches of corruption turning his veins black—surfaced in my mind. I could see him crouching in front of me as I complained about how Arthur always managed to do better than me in sparring. On that particular day, I'd thrown my usual tantrum, and I'd been pouting in a corner of Elenoir's palace.
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