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... rlwind of conflicting thoughts. The scent of death still clung to my clothes – the aftermath of the Feral attack on my pack. So far, fifteen dead, including three children and more than a hundred injured.
The number of dead seemed small, but to me, it was a record of my failure. My father, when he was alive, and even my grandfather, who had served as a regent before I became old enough to take over, had never recorded the number of disasters and deaths I have had so far.
It was a ...
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