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Chapter 74Book 1: : Breathing Amnesia and Sophie’s Impatience
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... through gritted teeth, "please, do not point your blade at my young master," she requested.
"We do not take orders from you. Bark elsewhere, Mutt," Sophie replied then stepped closer to the table the three young nobles were sat behind. Her shortsword was now only a foot or so away from Bastion's neck.
'Mutt? Damned nobles. You're all the same...' Ceela frowned as she unsheathed her own weapon - a delicate-looking dagger. "You may be of noble birth and you may be wearing armour, ...
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