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... lar wind, beard now a flowing white river down his chest.
Demeter clung to his left arm—green vines woven into her hair like a crown—cradling their daughter, little sprout who already had calluses from pulling radishes at age nine.
She was their fourth.
Father Black had insisted she learned the hard way.
He was a man that had seen the fall of countries, empires, and the rise of the one ruling Royal Family.
While his daughter was highly favoured by great an ...
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