Kristen Pirian passed through the gates of Vel Stratholm and felt deeply the ache of excitement in her breast. For she waited now just beyond those gates, and she waited to see a familiar face likewise pass through them. A good friend—nay, the best of friends.
Zinnia St. Kolbe.
It had been...
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