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Chapter 20: Mara’s Terms
Author: TRY
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"If you bleed on my floorboards, Vaedrix, I’m charging you extra for structural cleaning," Mara said, not even looking up from the stainless steel counter where she was vigorously grinding a gray, foul-smelling paste with a mortar and pestle.

Vaedrix slumped heavily against the back of a cracked vinyl chair, clutching his heavily bandaged forearm to his chest while sweat beaded across his pale forehead. "Your aesthetic charm is entirely overwhelming, Mara. Remind me why we didn't just let the g
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