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... den feathers, her smoldering wings radiating a soft glow that painted the walls and floors with our shadows.
It gave me time to think.
I was never a strong believer in coincidences, much less ones that bordered on the realms of mystique and fantasy.
First time – that Elf in the dumpster. Yes, perhaps it was a coincidence that we met that day. Back then, I thought nothing more of it.
Second came the stern yet sensuous succubus. Okay… I could still deal with that, I ...
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