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... to be seen, but she must have been there already because I saw two dryads who eyed me with what could only be described as pity.
Their pity was frustrating. Still, their presence reassured me, even if only a little.
"See? He didn’t run away." Clove’s voice resounded, and I looked up to see him scowl at a group of young fae. There were all kinds of fae in the Eserian Grove, but most of the young ones belonged to the Forest Folk and the Flower Fairies. Clove was a unique case amon ...
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