Chapter 31 What You Lost

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The roar of the crowd is a drug. It sings in my blood, a wild, heady music that tastes like victory. We walk away from the strength trials, and the people are chanting our name. Crescent Moon. The pack of strays. The underdogs. We are their story now.

Rhys is laughing, a deep, booming sound,...

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