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... as she hugged my leg. Her vines wrapped around my leg as she looked up with a saddened expression and eyes full of clear tears.
We were standing in front of the bridge leading to the village. Primrose didn’t want to come out from her crystal, so Sekh oversaw Niva’s wheelchair. Oswell, his men, the horses, and wagons were already across it, and they were waiting on me.
“I must,” I replied, petting her head. “I’ve got business to attend to.”
Aello walked forward, but I put ...
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