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Chapter Twenty-Two: An Interruption of Theories
"So, he showed you a fancy tree planted by the gods and now there's irrefutable evidence you'll be part of the Royal Clan. Does that about sum up your date?" Lixiss smirked, before throwing another snack ball into her mouth, no doubt pilfered from the kitchens.
"Again, your eloquence for summarising a situation knows no bounds." I replied, "Any blood in those balls?"
Lixiss shook her head. "Nope, but have one anyway. They're meaty, whatever they are."
Eh, what did I have to
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Coffin Without Honour Chapter Six: Impossible Accord
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