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... aid, mostly to myself, though the words felt heavy enough to drop right through the porch floorboards.
"Ren, you’re doing that thing again where you talk like you’re reading the back of a book," Red said, leaning against the doorframe. She was still holding her mug of ale, but her eyes were fixed on the gold glitter slowly dissolving into the wood where the fox had stood. "Can we talk like normal people for five minutes? It’s three in the morning. My brain is about eighty percent mush, a ...
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