His whole life, Khydan had only known himself as Kingfisher. How much of a person’s identity resided in their name? How much of their soul? A strange thought. Khydan’s soul was the same as it had ever been. His personality, too. But… something fundamental had changed inside him. It was subtle. It was because he was free. “I am Khydan Graystar Finvarra. I walked these halls before, many years ago—” “Little more than a Faeling, you were then. You were tortured here, I remember. You have come to exact revenge upon this place, then? To destroy my kind, and all who call this place home?” “No. I
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