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Chapter Ten: The Sun, The Moon, The Stars

Penulis: Memory Redhorse
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-03-13 12:31:04

Sarah

I was just putting the food on the table - a table that I had just scrubbed clean as well, when the front door banged open.

I yelped and jumped back out of habit.

Jareth pushed his way in with a grunt, his arms full. The first thing he set down was another mismatched chair, so that there were now three seats at the table. Then he dropped a sack of groceries on the table. And finally he set two live chickens on the floor. Their legs were tied together with twine so they couldn’t run away.

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