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Chapter 105: The One-armed King

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Sethlzaar froze then recovered in time to side step the girl’s attack. In the times he’d been fighting the Merdendi this was a first. The fact that they’d never brought children to the battlefield was one of the things that had made him doubt the realm’s reference to them as savages. No. He shook his head, strands of hair that could just as much have been white as they could have been black cutting across his view. For some unknown reason he didn’t want to believe they had begun sending their children into war, because if they had, then it was the realm that had forced them into such an action. She might be like Levlin, he tried to convince himself as he stepped away f

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