Aldya's Body 3: Bargaining in Blood Aldya checked his satchel, leafing through a ream of fresh-scrawled papyrus scrolls. He took a deep breath, opening the door with his braids and stepping out into the garden. No scent of the last evening’s dew, only young frost formed over the grass. He greeted the chill morning, yet for dawn to arrive, with a squint. He stepped onto the stone path winding from the silver-gated threshold into the woods beyond, following it as it serpentined through
Aldya's Body 3: Bargaining in Blood
By: TheKawaiiCommie
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