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CHAPTER 16: The Wooden Wolf

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Caomh knelt on the polished black floor, his broad shoulders shaking. He buried his face in the crook of the little girl’s neck, his dark suit wrinkling as he wrapped his arms tightly around her small frame. The terrified, frantic scent of his cedar aura filled the corridor, masking the smell of the damp rain we had just escaped.

"I thought I lost you in the crowd," Caomh breathed, his voice thick and rough.

Esme patted his back with a tiny, pale hand. "I'm okay, Daddy. I was just running. The
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