Chapter 169 Fifteen Percent

Ilyana's POV

In the quiet, secluded glasshouses of the Ranges, the world moved at a slow, peaceful pace, filled with the rich smells of damp earth, blooming mountain orchids, and crushed sweet herbs.

I knelt on a padded wooden stool beside Ilaria, guiding my great-great-granddaughter through the del...

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