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... moon was made of soup.
"I’m sorry?" he said slowly, squinting as if trying to read a cursed manuscript. "You mean to tell me—Eleana. Your Eleana. The same Eleana who once tried to poison me with cinnamon tea because I told her braids were outdated. She gave birth to the demon child we’re talking about? And not with you, Caspian—oh no—but with Yami? Yami as in—" he spun on his heel dramatically, arms flailing toward the sky, "the Sulking Demon Yami?!"
Estes raised a polite finger ...
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