The Stolen Relic
It was larger than she thought it would be, with walls carved from the inside of the mountain.
A small chest with a washbasin on top of it separated two large beds. A hairbrush lay to the side, and Clarissa squealed with pleasure. She hadn’t been able to clean up properly since the monastery.
Soon, she crawled into the soft, comfortable bed, feeling refreshed and exhausted. The day had been full of surprises and trials. But everything was working out.
With her eyes closed, Clarissa considered what might have happened to her adoptive mother if Clarissa was found guilty in that courtroom. Now, the werecats would have no choice but to accept her mother. They would be eager to.
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