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... The campfire’s golden light fell short of warming the sharpness on Aveline’s face.
The delicious smell of roasted beans failed to grab anyone’s attention. Instead, they could smell the hostility in the air.
Water droplets rolled down Seraphina’s face, soaking her warm layer of clothing. But she was frozen, unmoving. When she opened her eyes, the water droplets rolled down her cheek, and her eyes looked maliciously at Aveline.
She said through her teeth, "You are no saint ...
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