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MAGIC’S UNFAVORED HEIR

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A thick, black poison swirled before me, its eerie blue tint catching the dim light. My brother smiled, soft, patient. "Drink it now, Luka." His voice was gentle, but beneath it, something colder lurked. I swallowed. Darkness closed in. When I woke, I wasn’t myself. Just another piece in someone else’s cruel game. A disposable second son, destined to die by my own brother’s hands. Magic? I had none. Respect? I was hated. But I refuse to be erased. First, I regain my strength.
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