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Aesar rolled his eyes. Lykor was surprised that he didn’t lose them on their journey into the back of his skull. Now, try asking her name. Closing the distance, Lykor stalked up to the girl and barked, “What’s your name, you shaman twat?” Aesar slumped into the couch, throwing his head back with a frustrated sigh.
The Chains of Fate (The Aelfyn Archives, #2)
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