Julia Gerrior⚓️

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‘Hello, Agenor,’ she said brightly, and had she not been threatening to flee a few minutes ago, I would not have recognised the nervousness in her voice. ‘Lovely to see you again. Thought it might be time to see how you were doing on this side of the walls.’ He opened his mouth again. This time, a breathless, strangled sound escaped, too incoherent to be wrangled into words. ‘Oh, dear,’ she said, a mirthless smile tugging at the corner of her lips. ‘Worse than I thought, it sounds like.’ Agenor blinked, as if trying to clean a stubborn speck of dust from his eyes. She did not move, and he ...more
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