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I had never experienced a sibling bond, but despite our vast age difference, my intensive month with Fen had connected us in a way that I would imagine was similar to a brother and sister. At times I wanted to strangle him, but the thought of saying goodbye and leaving him to struggle alone in the wastelands felt heartbreakingly wrong. The stoic Fae man wore a straight face, but in his crisp blue eyes was a world of longing. His years in exile were hard enough, but now he’d had a reminder of the comforts of companionship and it was clear to me that we would be dearly missed. I would do everything in my power to help get my new friend out of the Shadow Lands, regardless of Guin’s mandated exile. But without a specific plan of action to offer, I kept my convictions to myself. I encouraged hi
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