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... dy afternoon.
Isabella had already left; she couldn’t stay long. Without the Dragon King to protect them, their tribe was vulnerable to harassment.
A warm afternoon breeze wafted in through the window, gently fluttering the thin curtains.
Beside her, there was a faint scent of baby milk.
Rosvitha turned her head to see her little daughter lying peacefully by her pillow, sleeping quietly.
Her chubby little fists were clenched tightly, resting on her chest. ...
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