“It was a phase,” she said. ” She stated boldly. The skies became brilliant; the dry monsoon was setting in. The Storm. ‘I don’t want a hue and cry after me, I thank you. But through the fault of that pig, who dared to call himself Valade and masquerade in society under her birthright.
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