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... he woman who raised me for most of my life walking toward me.
Her face wasn’t filled with judgment. It wasn’t filled with the disappointment I’d expected. No, instead it was filled with... Pride?
What’s she proud of?
"Odessa, my dear sweet child." Aunt Althea got in front of my cell as Marcellus stepped aside for her with a smile.
She wore a purple robe with runic designs and had her black hair flowing down freely.
Althea paused at first, glancing at Marce ...
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