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... rvant had raked it earlier on, but this was Autumn when they shed their leaves.
Cedric held Abrielle’s little hands in his hold as they strolled towards the stables; it would have been a quiet, romantic walk if it wasn’t for a psychopath who was holding her hand. His hands were rough evidence of his experience on the battlefield. After all, he was tossed to survive the gruesome world of war at the tender age of 14.
Walking with Cedric at this moment seemed peaceful, but Abrielle ...
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