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Double-Edged Words

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"Kill Her! Kill Her! Do it!" Her screams echoed in my mind. The crazed look on her face seared into my memory.

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While out on a royal mission to deal with a band of traitors. Supreme Commander Iskander Nubilus encounters a sickly girl making some very odd demands. 
Who is she, and why was she there? Why did she make such callous demands? Has she gone mad? 
He struggles to keep her out of his mind as he transports her and her peers for the trial. 
Once there, he finds himself in an unusual predicament. 

By order of His Majesty, The King; She was now under his care.



Word Count (including media): 80,000 approx.


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