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... , painting the sky in a radiant display of colors. The mid-December chill accompanied their journey as the wagon trundled along the dusty road, and she wrapped herself in a warm cloak to stave off some of the cold.
If she didn’t mind wasting her mana, she could have kept up a charm or two to provide some warmth to the wagon’s occupants, but it was probably for the best that she conserved her energy for this trip.
Seated across from her was Father Abraham, still dressed in his pri ...
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