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When they were friends, Ozorne had shared his every secret with Arram... all but one. In the last months of their friendship, just as the pressures of being Emperor were being piled on him, after his father’s death, Ozorne had become afraid. He was hearing things he was sure others could not, was seeing conspiracies and treachery everywhere, was missing hours in hazes of fear and lost time.
He went to Arram and tried to tell him that something was terribly, terribly wrong, but Arram was busy and could not take the time away from his studies to listen.
And though his deteriorating mind found other reasons to blame him, it was for this treachery that Ozorne would smile as he carved out Arram’s heart.