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Chapter 312: A mother’s joy
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... it felt like a mourning rite.
He walked five paces behind, his eyes fixed on the rhythmic sway of Eris’s cloak. In her arms, Rael looked smaller than he had only moments ago, his head tucked into the crook of her neck, his small fingers tangled in the white-gold silk of her hair. It was a tableau of a life Caelen had once dismissed as impossible... the mother, the son, and the shared blood that bound them.
His heart, usually a steady drum of duty and Southern resolve, felt danger ...
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