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He reached up and grabbed the iron collar with both hands. The poison-trigger flared—he felt it, the black rot surging toward his heart. But three years of stored pain? He redirected it. The collar didn't just unlock. It screamed , a sound like a breaking bell, and the rot reversed course. It flowed out of his veins and into the collar's magic circuitry, overloading it.

Kaelen’s fingers twitched. His old name—the one before the number—whispered at the edge of his mind. Lirien. It meant "ember" in the old Dorei tongue. tal 39-dorei campaign setting reborn

"The Guild can burn," Kaelen said. And for the first time in three years, he said his real name. "I am Lirien, Ember of the Ash-Veil, son of a free people who do not yet know they are free." He reached up and grabbed the iron collar with both hands

Every tool has its price.

He reached the inner yard. The slave pens. Forty-seven Dorei looked up, chains clinking. The child—the girl—was sitting apart, her face a mask of caked mud and silent tears. She didn't beg. She just watched him with eyes that had already learned not to hope. He redirected it

The collar shattered.