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The Curse Between Us
King Kael Dawnfang has not slept in six days. The cursed bloodlust is no longer a distant drumbeat — it is a roar behind his eyes, and this morning he bit through the arm of his own guard without meaning to. His council has exhausted every option except one: the celestial fox-blessed girl they dragged from the eastern road at dawn, her wrists still bound, her golden eyes burning with something that is not fear. If she refuses to help him, he dies mad within three years. If she agrees, no one has told her what the ritual actually demands of her.
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