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He’d thought about something harder, walls of stone, but nightmare visions shook him; he imagined his son severed from human company, growing cold and sharp and Lethal, and never knowing love. A chain-shattering god; a wolf-killing god; a heartless man; but never any kind of living boy.

It’s what he wants, sort of, but it’s also sort of not.

 

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