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... uldn't push his luck.

Perhaps, if they could maintain this civil interaction, and Leland no longer felt threatened about his presence, he could talk about taking the kids to the palace and introduce them to his side of the family. He could already imagine his mother's happiness and excitement to see the boys again.

This thought made him smile.

"You should listen to your mother," he said to Luciel and Jan before he reluctantly had to leave the castle. The sun was almost go ...

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