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... ving invited me.
He set his bags down inside the familiar cottage, then stepped out. Zansees flashed in the stream. The night air was heavy and moist. It had been raining right before he arrived, and drops of water still fell from the trees, plapping onto the carpet of leaves.
The chairs where they’d often sat together waited empty.
Stuart’s either asleep or in the manuscript library.
Alden would bet on the second one.
How do I do this? What exactly do I s ...
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