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His chosen kin could tell him how deserving he was until his horns splintered, but there was something insidious about insecurity sown during youth. The roots were deep. They burrowed into young spongy bone and grew alongside their host, hardening and aging until there was no distinguishing between what was natural and what was planted.
Bewitching Rhaego (Clecanian, #8)
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