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Arc 4: Those Left Behind (Part 8)

All thoughts of sustenance escape me. I stand, frozen, watching the bright glint of luminescence that is my mark slip further and further down the corridor before turning in the direction of the tearoom. The bleached white walls and linoleum flooring are dark without her presence, but I don’t even care. I’m remembering back to a conversation I had with Chryseus.

It doesn’t count, I said, laughing. Your progeny are all older than me.

Then I’ll ask Father for another progeny, Chryseus replied, a glint in his eyes. It’s been decades since my last. He’ll accept.

It won’t be the same, I insisted. You wouldn’t get to see them as a child.

We can adopt a mortal baby, then. If we ask Father for special permission, I’m sure he’ll agree, especially if we raise it as a witch. If the baby is raised as non-human, then the secrecy laws won’t apply.

Okay, I said, heart in my throat. Alright.

I once considered it to be the moment I fell in love with him.

‘Favilla?’ Canus asks.

I blink. There’s
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