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... is luck. He trained lightly in the morning, as he always did, though wondered if he should increase the workout. Nightval had taken a toll on his body, and he had gained a little weight. ‘Aren’t Elves meant to be lean and trim?’
Adam bit into the fresh bread, staring down at it. ‘So. It was you.’ He chewed it slowly, unable to resist the fresh warmth of the pillowy bread. He held it out to his sister, who stared at it for a moment, before leaning in to bite it.
“What a good littl ...
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