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Chapter 250: The Halfway Point

Author: Kim castro
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I read it from the beginning.

Not because I had planned to. I sat down in the archive room on a Sunday afternoon with Cael asleep in the carry wrap, intending to work through the incoming archive project submissions from the three new contributing archivists, and instead I found myself reaching for the silver wolf record and opening it to the first entry.

My great-grandmother's.

The Bearer.

Her entry was the oldest in the current record, which did not mean it was the first thing written, the re
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