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The Sekt does not forgive.
The Sekt does not forget.
Keeper of secrets and dealers of lies.
We bow to no king, nations, or men.
Crossing us is certain death.
He was a prince, and I was a pauper. He was a false fairy tale in this world full of nightmares.
We were so different, but deep down, we were the same—monsters who could not be tamed.
He was chaos, and I was pain.
This brutal empire would soon meet its end.
Unless one of us was lying and betrayal destroyed us instead…
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