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... tly through the infirmary windows. Mayla sat on the edge of her bed, her suitcase neatly packed. Trafalgar would soon return from his uncle Mordrek’s funeral, and once he did, she was ready to leave.
Her chestnut hair spilled loosely over her shoulders as she combed it with steady fingers. It felt strange not to wear the maid’s uniform she had been dressed in for most of her life. Trafalgar had told her she was no longer his maid, and though she had accepted it, the thought still made he ...
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