Chapter 19 The Jello-Salad Turns Into a Quartet

Puck led them away from the polished cobblestones of the tourist district, diving into a labyrinth of narrow, winding alleys where the scent of woodsmoke and roasting chestnuts grew thicker. The stone walls here were draped in orange vines that seemed to pulse with a low, natural magic, a far cry fr...

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