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Zarek

My father, Balor-Dravos, had two sons: me and my stepbrother. The difference between us, however, was as stark as night and day. While he was the legitimate heir, born of a noble union, I was the bastard child of an affair—a product of my father’s indiscretion with a lowly servant who happened to be my mother.

From what little I know of her, my mother was a quiet, unassuming woman. When she