Crucible
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They call it a trial. A test of strength, obedience, and will. But everyone knows the truth: it's a death sentence.
The Crucible was built to break people. Those who survive are shaped into weapons, molded by the ruling Houses to serve the system that watches from above.
Lucian wasn't supposed to make it this far.
No legacy. No loyalty. No mask to wear.
But he's watching. Learning. Adapting.
They think they're forging him into something useful.
But Lucian doesn't play to survive-he plays to win.
And by the time they see the threat he really is, he'll already be standing above them.
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