Chapter 21 My Mother Wasn’t a Villain

The wooden floorboards of my cellar shop were strewn with ancient parchment, dried lavender, and three half-eaten gingerbread scones.

"If you drop one more crumb of pastry onto my mother's secret court transcript, Mira, I will mend your mouth shut!" I warned, brandishing my soldering iron at her fr...

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