19 Shade Draught

(Ella's POV)

Early the next morning, Mary came.

When she pushed open the door, she brought a gust of morning cold, dewdrops on her scarf.

"Ella, you're really fast." She took the custom potion from the table, rubbing her red frozen fingers. "Recently I don't know what's going on. The goblins' del...

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