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... stlessly in her room, trying to force herself to wait for Draven’s return, all the while constantly checking the clock. It was already late evening. The time the witch had given her to meet in the backyard, sharp five o’clock, was closely approaching.
"Amelie," Irene’s soft voice came from outside as the door opened. She turned around and saw her mother standing in the doorway.
"Why do you look so worried, dear?" Irene asked, observing her daughter’s frantic state. "We have packe ...
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