“Why now?” Hunt asked. “I’ve been enslaved to them for centuries, for Urd’s sake.” “Perhaps they’ve at last learned what your father bred you to be.” Even the miserable itching in his back was forgotten at those words. “What the fuck does that mean?” But Aidas only shook his head. “A tale for another time, Athalar.” “A tale for now, Aidas. These cryptic mentions of my father, the black crown, secrets about my powers—” “Mean nothing, if you do not get out of these dungeons.” “Then stop fucking popping out of the shadows and find a key.” “I cannot. My body isn’t real here.” “It was real enough
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