Chapter 8 The Arch-Mage At Petal & Brew

The chaotic flurry of plum glaze and blackmailed pastry had finally settled into a quiet, warm lull.

Nigel stood before the long oak worktable, staring down at a massive mound of unkneaded dough as if it were a complex, volatile spell matrix set to explode at any second.

Faelyn stepped up beside h...

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