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A RULE OF THE SACRED

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Lucas’ POV

“Fourth Prince… are you sure this is the place?” James’s fingers brushed lightly against my sleeve as he spoke, his voice lowered to almost nothing, as though even the air around us could hear. His eyes never stopped moving, from corner to corner, from shadow to shadow.

He obviously did not like this place nor anything that carried the word luck within this Scared Exile. Here, luck was not really fortune. Most times, it was just the last thing a man held on to before dying. Before
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