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“Hadn’t my family been stupid to breed for magic? Someone like Hiss had been bound to pop up eventually. And then you got a not-particularly-wise, not-particularly-happy little boy who couldn’t be trusted with a sharp knife at the dinner table in case he accidentally cut his own hand open, and yet who had the power to defeat an army. How else could this have ended, other than with him being used as a weapon against us?”

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