Kortes, Home of the Radiant Church
Just before midnight
Lavinia did not look like a monja at the moment- her silver hair was tucked under a cap, dirt was smeared across her face, and she wore the dark clothes of the militia. Anyone who saw her would think she was a young boy by the name of...
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