Chapter Forty-Eight: Tea, Threads, and Tiny Secrets

Freya stared at the now-blank Whisperlink in her hand, her heart still fluttering from the brief conversation with Axir. Their parting had felt warm and full, but she still hated the disconnect. With a sigh, she gently placed the device down.

She turned to see Archelix still monitoring the ship sys...

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