Chapter 88 Chapter Eighty-Eight

Chapter Eighty-Eight

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Mirah

Zeke, who was sparring with Qyle at a corner which they'd transformed to look somewhat like a sparring ring, hurried over to me. “What's wrong? You look pale.” He asked softly, pulling me into a hug. I dodged his touch, taking a few st...

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