The Jilted Storm Weaver's Return

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adopted sister, standing

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illed with pity and disdain. "She

Blackwood, the Patriarch, leader of all Moon Bay Guard

gravity of his position, but his eyes he

as deep, resonant. "I offer

t, a key Guardian heirloom, and beside it, rolled scrolls –

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