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Chapter 97: Trust Is Luxury

Author: White Dove
last update Last Updated: 2026-01-13 23:53:06
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Autumn's fingers traced the worn edges of the map for what felt like the hundredth time. The paper was soft now, nearly falling apart from how many times she'd unfolded and refolded it over the past few hours. She held it up to the moonlight, squinting at the markings Korran had drawn, a hasty sketch of trees and landmarks of what looked like a clearing.

It had happened so fast back when they rescued Callie. Korran had blocked her path, his face twisted in a convincing display of agg
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