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~~~(POV: Hailey Adamo)~~~

~~~(Location: The City Of Jaerey, The Kingdom Of Laasir, The Islands Of Haestar)~~~

~~~(Time: 7:04 AM)~~~

Now that Rianna has told me what she's been hiding, I don't think there is any reason to be suspicious of her now. Yeah, she betrayed the trust I put in her, but she's a Player who doesn't have the same luxuries as me.

If selling information that Marcus and I are in Jaerey made her life easier, I don't see why she wouldn't. I kno ...

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