Stories by Candlelight
Author: Ocha Ruby
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Chapter 89: Stories by Candlelight

"If you drop that flask into the mud, Aether, I am leaving you out here to negotiate personal terms with the boars permanently," Calista warned, pulling the damp woolen blanket closer to her chin as a violent gust of wind rattled the canvas roof of their improvised lean-to.

Aether carefully retrieved the dented metal container from between his boots, flashing an unapologetic grin despite his thoroughly bedraggled appearance. "And miss out on my sparkling comme
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