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... s a lie. Especially when it is bought with caramel.
Lady Ellia sat on the floor, scraping the last bits of golden sugar from the jar with a focus that was almost admirable. She looked like a small, sticky angel. Her golden curls bounced as she hummed a little tune.
I sat opposite her, still picking goose feathers out of my hair. My shoes were still tacky from the tree sap, making a wet shluck sound every time I shifted my weight.
Okay, Primrose, I thought, watching the Li ...
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