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Chapter 160: The Cruelty of Letters
The promised snow was a lie. Instead, another last wave of heat was hitting the end of November.The calmest moments of Theora’s days happened at work — no practice, no need to save anyone, and no heartthrob while cuddling Dema. Theora decided to cut the grass on the large forest cemetery meadow one last time that year; it had grown a lot during those mild last months.Cutting grass was fun, so ...
Chapter 159: The Best Angle
Three hundred years ago, Theora’s favourite distraction may have been to close her eyes and nap for a century or two. Now, in reality, that did not quite seem appropriate. Especially because her life was very fast paced; emergencies and burials happened every day, and people did not have access to magically enhanced Skills that they could use to interact with their surroundings to alleviate some...
