Usurper

DAPHNE

With a long sigh of relief, I lean forward against Trielle’s neck and wrap her mane around my wrists. A smile of satisfaction stretches across my face when I see the ledge at the lip of what appears to be a very short tunnel is much wider than the crawl on the edge of death that we l...

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