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... room felt too quiet. Too empty without Melisa’s constant chatter and the soft rustling of her tail against the sheets, or her quill scribbling against parchment.
[Guess I’ve gotten used to the noise,] Raven mused, a wry smile tugging at the corner of her mouth.
A sudden knock at the door jolted her out of her thoughts.
In an instant, Raven was on her feet, a knife almost materializing in her hand as if by way of magic. Old habits died hard, and even after all this time a ...
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