Prologue

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       There was a thud as a young boy hit the floor of the dark prison-like room in the tower of  his father's manor.  The boy's dark hair hid his face as he tried to hide from his worst fear.  The darkness felt like a heavy blanket, covering all of his senses and leaving him feeling as though he had gone blind, deaf, and lame all at once.
      He had seen this place before, except he had only ever been brave enough with the door open, with all of the light streaming in. The boy tucked his long, delicate wings to his sides as he heard three cackles of delight.

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