“Could I become a member of the Orders?” I had asked Zeryth, later, eyeing my hands and the splotches of sand-colored skin that crawled across two of my fingers. “Certainly,” he replied, giving me a dazzling smile that made my fourteen-year-old self melt. “Fragmented or no, you are still a Valtain.” Well. That was all the encouragement I needed.
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