Winter whispered into our homes and we'd underestimated its bellwether portent of woe. Avarice wept on our fortresses, blizzards made roads into 1/3

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When I had a high fever, Eomma let me drink mango nectar in a fancy glass while she read classic love poetry. There was a chickadee perched on our... 1/3

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Day 4 'I'm fine'


Taken from Reluctant Guardian - Otherworld Guardians book 1

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