Vertigo
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Alas, every so often, it is the ice that puts out the flame.

The ice does not melt.

But lives on with shame. 


On the Island of Elisym, a rebel group has been at war with the Samyean people for centuries. As authorities have never had the intention of interfering, Prince Theo took it upon himself to avenge the deaths of thousands. 
At night, he becomes the one they call the Reaver.

Prince Ezra seeks to record as many cultures as possible, which is how he ends up on the Island of Elisym; however, one murmured "welcome" does not sound as warm as the others. Despite the flat refusals of acquaintance-an acquaintance that years ago meant everything to Theo-, Ezra seeks to warm up that cold, icy side of the prince of Elisym, which seems to be only aimed at him. While doing so, Ezra finds himself slowly but surely developing tender feelings for Theo, absolutely oblivious to the danger it will bring upon both of them.
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