106- Because We Accidentally Declared War On A Magical Court, But It Wasn’t My Fault

OZ

The double doors ahead of us are massive, carved with curling fae runes that shimmer faintly when the magical light hits them. Beyond, I can hear the music, the rise and fall of voices, the sharp ring of fae laughter. Too smooth. Too perfect. It makes my skin crawl. Raylah sweeps forward, all...

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