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... til dinner.
’Luka, we’ll talk in detail later.’
I recalled Hemillas’ last words.
Now that I had some personal time, I sat alone in my room, repeatedly spinning the Graken Vuth.
Whirr, whirr.
The Graken Vuth rotated in my grip, making a faint slicing sound.
Agatha’s words and actions wouldn’t leave my mind.
’Agatha Custoria.’
I assumed that everything Agatha said was true. She was a woman on the verge of death due to the aging of her ...
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