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Chapter 43
“What is your kind again?”
“Winnowers,” Laara replied while accepting the pudding that Rozelyn gave.
“Which means?” Rozelyn continued squeezing for answers.
“Folks of the Wind.” It was Thalia Turner who answered.
The rest nodded in discernment. But Rozelyn Zadzisai was hungry for more answers, curious for what else the folks of her nanny could do.
Yet, she couldn’t pass through any of their mental defenses. It seems they have an amulet of sorts.
‘A Thaumaturge has limitations then…
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