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013: The Stricken
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VictoryAnne ViceOne more chapter from Primus' point of view before we switch back to Carnelia. Thank you all for reading my new story. If you haven't already read the first story in this series, Sacrificed to the Dragon Prince, you should read it and the sequel, "Reclaiming My Beloved Dragon Prince," before continuing with this story to help you better understand the characters and plot. If you are enjoying this story so far, please consider leaving a gem or two in appreciation. Thank you for your continued support!
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