“I look like a priest.” “A hot priest,” Morgan corrects me from over my shoulder. She reaches around me and adjusts the collar of my black shirt. That I’m wearing…
“We’re wasting time here.” Atemu groaned. “We should be continuing northward.” “We don’t even know if that’s the direction he went in.” I complained. “All we know is that he…
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