It was his. Is this…my human line? Jassyn swallowed a disgusted feeling, jerking his attention away from the scores of names below his, written in a different hand. He’d never attempted to discover the offspring he sired even though he assumed a few were at Centarya. Why would an elf trace my mortal lineage? How had Fynlas tracked it? His ancestral tree covered thirty-two generations, spanning all the way back to the apparent arrival of the Aelfyn, judging from the years. Jassyn studied the chart, thoughts wavering like a mirage. What does it mean? Frantic, he dashed to the other easels in the
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