PREVIEW
... after The Tent Incident™ felt like waking up with a hangover despite never drinking.
Isabella had barely gotten herself together — hair smoothed down, magical tent folded into her space, Glimora perched on her shoulder like a judgmental white puff — when she stepped out onto the mountain path determined to do ONE simple thing:
Return to the Lunareen habitat.
Figure out Shelia’s next task.
Leave this stupid mountain.
Find a quiet rock to punch.
That ...
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