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Pearl and Quasit #76


A nervous sorcerer spoke to Baron Sovereign Nicaise in halting and fearful words. "My Lord, it is done, as much as I can do. I hope the quickening takes, but the magic is weak in these matters."

Chattsworth's eyes would flicker open in sporadic intervals, listening to Quasit read the bedtime story. And each time, he expected Quasit to ruffle his coarse black fur reassuringly.

Pearl brought each weapon out of the cell, different connotative memories associated. And more. The struggles with her parents on the ranch. After she left Turri IV. Time on Becca VII training as an hetaera.

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