Names. Names. Names.

"Live", I say. "Live", he echoes.
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"And when there's no space left anymore," Xaden's voice falls to a whisper, "I'll carve rings inside your eyes, red, just like the evil creatures in children's stories," the implication isn't lost on any one of us, "Am I clear, your highness?"

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The story starts right after the Calldyr Executions, told from the perspectives of our favourite 'Marked Ones', their experiences in foster care and then as they navigate Basgiath.