Chrissy

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Xaden lifts a hand a few inches above the table, and shadows pour from underneath our seats, filling the room and turning it dark as midnight in a blink. My heart jumps as my sight goes black. “Relax. It’s just me.” A ghost of a touch skims my cheek.
Chrissy
Seeing more consistent progress with them. Round of applause
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