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                                    Magic-Smithing - Chapter 112.3
                            
                                                            
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... ng the pile of branches in front of me me, I can’t seem to make up my mind if I did a good enough job hiding my feathers or not.
“Are you done yet; we’re losing daylight?” Tabitha asks, standing slightly behind me with her hands on her hips, judging me with her eyes and radiating impatience.
“What do you think?” I turn away from my work and ask the frowning woman for her honest opinion, wishing she'll put my worries to rest.
“It looks like a pile of sticks,” Tabitha dryly ...
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