Chapter 160: The Cruelty of Letters
The promised snow was a lie. Instead, another last wave of heat was hitting the end of November.
The calmest moments of Theora’s days happened at work — no practice, no need to save anyone, and no heartthrob while cuddling Dema. Theora decided to cut the grass on the large forest cemetery meadow one last time that y...
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