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Published on Dec 17, 2024

Her face was planted into the table. She tried not to drool. Clanks on the floor told her that Imogen Howe was approaching. By the tempo, she could tell Imogen was carrying a hot drink. It would probably be a Ginger Dragon .

"I brought you your favorite."

It was slow enough...

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