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... e foundation, warped wooden beams, a slanted sign creaking with every gust of wind. But inside, the warmth of firelight and the low hum of clinking mugs gave it a rustic charm.
A group of five sat at a long table near the hearth.
Zyon.
Art.
Freya.
Amelia.
Evelyn.
They hadn’t spoken much since they sat down. Not out of tension, but because there was nothing new to say. Each of them had spent the better part of the day scouring Cybele for lea ...
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