Chapter 9 Hiding In The Arms Of A Fugitive

The air in the front room of the bakery grew instantly heavy, thick with the suffocating, cold pressure of high-tier magic.

Arch-Mage Vane moved through the cozy bakery like a shadow dragging across a sunny garden. His high-collared, silver-trimmed cloak swept over the floorboards, catching on the ...

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