Chapter 44 A Movie, a Moon Goddess, and a Maybe

(Lyra)

The soup smells even better tonight. Warm, rich, nostalgic in a way only vegetable soup can be. I ladle it into two bowls while Umbros sits at the table in his teddy-bear pants and soft black shirt, like this is perfectly normal behaviour for the God of Shadows. He watches me with that s...

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