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... n thoughts. Her head turned towards the warm sun above as fall winds blew over the penthouse. She ran her fingers along the arm of her wheelchair. She was strong enough to walk now, more or less, but it was exhausting. She’d avoided attempting to create ambrosia on the off chance that the healing restored too much shape to her face and figure. Carla’s comment about her appearance had given her the idea to play possum with Liberty when the time came.
She frowned, “Time is running out, and ...
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