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... was sure, had to be Veyrin. The foxkin prince I'd killed in our duel. But the human warrior? I had no idea. That mystery needed unraveling.

There was only one real way to figure it out.

With Vex still curled against me, I extended my free hand toward the open Codex.

"[Awaken]."

Mana surged up my spine into my hands, which then moved into the open Codex, feeding its pages with fuel. The symbols etched across the leather binding flared to life: pale veins of blue light tra ...

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