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Life
in Abtshire had always been unfair, Feroci punishing the commoners at his own
whims, caring nothing for the limitations of the aged or young. When he had
hauled Zuzene away, Dumphey had been a small lad, Noel only a babe. There was
nothing he could do for his grandmother. He had grown up, adjusted to life with
Zuzene in the dungeon, never fully understanding why she was there or why
Feroci never released her. She avoided his questions on the matter, so he
submitted to the fact that he could do nothing about it. ’Twasn’t
what he liked, but he had grown complacent, calloused to the cries of men and
women falling under Feroci’s rule. Until Lia.
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