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... Pale sunlight streamed through towering windows, glinting off golden-framed portraits of ancestors long gone. Instead of solemn council or noble ceremony, laughter filled the halls—laughter belonging to children, scions of the Caelum bloodline, their pale hair gleaming like crowns of dawn, storm-gray eyes alive with mischief.
At the center of it all wobbled Zane. Only three, he was a bundle of restless energy, his small legs unsteady but stubborn as he toddled across the corridor, arms s ...
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