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Chapter 12: A Name In Old Scripts

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last update Petsa ng paglalathala: 2026-05-22 18:43:50

“I need to speak with you. Alone. Now.”

Hazel looked up from the herbs she was sorting, her sharp eyes narrowing at the tone in my voice.

She didn’t ask questions.

She wiped her hands on her apron and nodded toward the small side room off the main hall.

I followed her inside and shut the door behind us, the click loud in the quiet space.

“It’s about the Moonseal brand,” I said, keeping my voice low.

“How it worked. What it looked like. Could someone identify it?”

Hazel studied m
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