It was quiet in the manor owned by the kind duanann Ce-something-hard-to-pronounce-unless-she-twisted-her-tongue-a-certain-way. With winter a blink away, the manor in Winter Court was already sporting soft gray clouds that covered the pale blue sky. It was raining more often than when they had...
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