The Unborn

ASH

"Your incessant pacing is going to get us found, little Prince," Bregda growls from his place beneath the shelter of a long thistle frond. "And I would consider it a personal slight to offend her majesty so soon after her return."

"We're not offending her, Bregda! We are protecting her. H...

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