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Fae’s Light, Chapter 1

Elysia warmed her hands by the tiny wood stove at the front of her wagon, rubbing them together to encourage the heat to bloom. The wagon creaked and rocked as the wind battered against it, torrents of rain pelting the worn wooden vehicle from the cliff side.

“You’re sure you can’t lessen the wind?” she asked, knowing the answer, but pausing for a response anyway.

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