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We Are Not Leaving

Penulis: Oma
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-06-06 00:54:04

❤️ We Are Not Leaving ❤️

Miraeve broke out of her shock first.

She looked at Marl and at his hunchback friend. She then looked at the table between them which had, in a very short amount of time, gone from a full royal feast to a collection of almost empty pots and bare platters. She watched Marl reach into yet another bowl with his hand and pull out the last piece of something and eat it without slowing down at all.

"What am I looking at," she said but it was not a question exactly. More li
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