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... of hell, Cherion was pretty sure he’d reached the center. Yerel was currently performing a highlight reel of original-novel nostalgia. He was charming. He was kind. He was, quite frankly, exhausting.
"And over here," Yerel said, gesturing with a hand that seemed to literally catch the sunlight, "is the Royal Rose Garden. My mother says they’re the finest in the continent."
Young Cherion was currently a shade of crimson that would have put the roses to shame. He looked like a ripe ...
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