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Chapter forty three

Author: Mac
last update Petsa ng paglalathala: 2026-10-19 02:30:39

POV: Odalys

Brigid came on the sixth morning, and she did not come alone.

I was in the greenhouse level at dawn, with a bucket of goat's milk and a very long list of things that needed doing, when the north hatch chimed. I put down the bucket. By the time I reached the control room, Ferran was already there, with his hair on end and his sleeves rolled, watching the monitor with a look of intense, professional suspicion.

On the screen, a handcart stood at the foot of the hill, with a tarp over
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Very good two chapters. Interesting with that part with jade and another door to be open in the enemy’s camp. Loving this book ... can’t wait for the next chapter’s to be uploaded
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