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Soul-Hurting Magic

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Had Zake Brighthand been born thirty years earlier, Antryg knows that Suraklin would have found him. The power shines out of him almost too brightly, and Suraklin would have taken him and used him, the same way he used Antryg.

Antryg sits outside, in the perfect warmth of the Sykerst summer, and remembers everything he went through at Suraklin's hands, everything wishes he could forget. As he listens to Brighthand play his harp, and feels the generous warmth of the magic emanating from him, he thinks, if it brought him here, to this moment, it might have been worth it.