As I took my seat at the end of the table in the empty spot beside Lieutenant Neera, father asked, “Where’s Cervidae?” Major Ursa, shrugged. “We sent messengers to fetch him. He sent them back with ‘I’ll go along with whatever you decide.’ What are we supposed to do?” Father rubbed his forehead in exasperation. … Continue reading Chapter 85
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