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“She’s a talented artist,” Ilia added with a small smile. “Those murals she painted on the cave walls were beautiful. I hope you’ve given her some paints.” Of course, we hadn’t given her paints. We’d given her all the flour she could ask for so she could bake to her heart’s content, and a steady supply of dried petals and soap to do laundry. I despised myself.
The [Not] Cursed Dragon (Deadly Dragons Duet #1)
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