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The Tables Have Turned

Auteur: Bella Moondragon
last update Date de publication: 2026-02-11 22:35:45

Posey

Bright warm morning sunlight dances through the curtains. The frost of the windows melts in real time as I sit up, my back stiff and aching. I fell asleep in the chair by the fireplace by accident, a book on modern apothecary sprawled across my lap, still open to the page Kenna said would have some more up-to-date applications for relieving the aches and pains associated with using my fingers like tools.

Aris is fast asleep in a ray of sunshine, his glass of healing draft spiked water em
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