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9. Mother’s Inquiry

Author: Mmeso Writes
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Vaelora’s POV

Hastily, I threw myself down on the couch and tried to look as if I was immersed in one of the novels that I’d left stacked on the end table.

My mother recognized reading as a sacred pastime and usually wouldn’t interrupt me in the middle of a book, even to yell at me.

The door opened with a loud thump. It was Alaric, his arms full of what looked like big cartons. He set them down, straightening up, his eyes meeting mine. A smile on his face.

“Hello, Unc—hello, Alaric,” I
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