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The blood coursing through one's veins meant everything in Aeshivar. Nobility, commoners, royalty. It was all dictated by your blood. In a society so dedicated to placing value on something you couldn't control, it was a wonder why the streets weren't lined with people cursing the gods for their circumstances. But even the commoners could be thankful for their living situations. It all was determined by their families. My heels clicked against the wood beneath my feet. As I strode through the halls of the Rhosyn estate, I dug my nails into my palms. Warm blood streamed down my palms, but I didn't care. It was the only thing keeping me from being swallowed by the rage boiling under my skin. The only thing on my mind was the one person in the estate who could offer me the answers I was s