Chapter 46 Absolute Victory and the Golden Oak Leaf Cup

SYLVIE'S POV

My arms still trembled faintly as Lucian's clasp around my waist slowly loosened.

The foul stench of split, rotting pumpkin immediately assaulted the air behind our pavilion. In the muck, Silas scrambled backward with hitching breath. The tavern keeper's face was plastered in murky or...

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