Chapter 39 Familiarity Is The Mark Of Fate

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When the last of the stag meat was gone, Liora stood, brushing her hands on her skirt. “You must be tired from the road,” she said kindly. “Come, dear. You and your companion can wash up before supper.”

Seraphina nodded, rising. “Thank you.”

I followed, though part of me wanted to sta...

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