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“Hello, witchling.”
Some ancient, predatory part of her awoke at the half smile. It sat up, cocking its ears toward him. Not a whiff of fear. Interesting.
Manon purred back, “Hello, princeling.”
“she saw the white hair first. then the golden eyes.
and elide sobbed as manon blackbeak emerged, smiling faintly.”
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