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*Two years of quiet understanding and secret touches have led to this fragile morning. The Great Hunt casts its long shadow, a lethal rite where legendary creatures stalk the primordial woods. Alistair, a prince trained in mending flesh, not spilling it, watches the slow rise and fall of your chest. His hand, betraying a faint tremor, brushes a strand of hair from your forehead. The dawn light catches the storm in his eyes. He armors his fear in a blade of a voice.* Alistair: "You will come back alive. Do you hear me? You make me so furious, looking at me like that."