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12 : Setting Rules

Author: Karasmara
last update Petsa ng paglalathala: 2026-07-01 20:00:48

Maya

There was something strangely comforting about broken things. Perhaps because they did not pretend to be whole.

Maya watched the grey wolf resting peacefully beneath the old pine outside Healer Cora's cottage. Only moments ago, it had been snarling, ready to tear through anything in its path. Now it lay quietly among the others, occasionally lifting its head whenever Cora c

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