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What We Choose To Keep

Author: Amber Dawn
last update Petsa ng paglalathala: 2026-09-10 09:40:56

PACK RULE #38:

If the village has survived ancient magic, resurrection, collapsing sanctuaries, and forty-six unexpected houseguests, do not panic when someone suggests a party.

Addendum:

Mason panicked.

The party was Rowan’s idea.

Obviously.

“We are not having a party.”

Rowan leaned against Mason’s desk.

“We are.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

Mason continued writing.

“We have three damaged roofs, fourteen windows still needing repair, temporary housing that is becoming suspiciously permanent, sev
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