“Do I really need to write a thank you note to every single person?” Rua groused. “Yes,” Bri and Talhan said simultaneously from behind her. Bri sat in the armchair beside her desk, back to the wall, and Talhan stretched out leisurely on the bed. Bri busied herself sharpening her sword while Talhan ate some sort of dried meat from his pocket as if the war camp rations were the only food available to him. Rua stared at the blank paper again. She still had dozens more letters to write. “They gave me these presents of their own free will.” She frowned at her ink-stained fingers. “And you will
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