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AUGUST
Augustine Hughes strode toward the iron gates, letter in hand.
His mother’s voice echoed in his mind as he cut through the evening fog. Those long-ago words she had spoken before being taken from him forever. Hollowed and broken. As if she had known her demise was set in stone.
My son. My angel sent from above. Whatever happens . . . do not let the world harden your heart. Do not let the darkness take you. Protect your sister. You two are all that you have left.And he had tried. He’d tried to be the son his mother wanted him to be. The brother his sister needed him to be. But he’d failed. The darkness had taken him and spat him back out and turned him into
this.
Into vengeance.
Into retribution.
And no matter how hard August tried to forget the truth, he couldn’t. He had a debt.
And now it must be paid.
When he arrived at the mouth of the forest, he spoke to the figure standing in front of him cloaked in shadows.
“I received your letter.”
“Good,” replied his sister. “It’s time.”
August unfurled the letter and let it fall to the ground. Through the darkness of night, a name stared back at him. A name he’d heard whispered to him in his dreams. Carved into the very heart of his soul. A name he had waited two hundred and sixty-three years for.
WREN LOUGHTY.
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