My name is Saeris Fane— Your name is ruination, the voice snorted. Blight. Curse worker. You do not deserve to live. I do! There are others more worthy. None of them stand before you now! It roiled in my chest: the anger of a lifetime, condensing into one white-hot point. I had been told every single day in Zilvaren that I was worthless, that my life meant nothing, that I didn’t deserve to live. Madra’s disdain for my people ran so deep that even the residents of the Third had started to believe that they didn’t matter. Well, I wouldn’t believe that. Not. Any. More. “I stand before you.” I
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