Chapter One Hundred and Thirteen: Festive Morning 2

“There you are, child,” she said, her voice warm like worn wool. “Come. Sit. The porridge is just right.”

“Shouldn't we rub the balm first?” Elara asked who nodded in agreement. She turned to Kaelia, “Dear, this would be your first time having this family tradition.”

Kaelia smiled faintly as Gr...

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