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Chapter 160: The Cruelty of Letters

The promised snow was a lie. Instead, another last wave of heat was hitting the end of November.

The calmest moments of Theora’s days happened at work — no practice, no need to save anyone, and no heartthrob while cuddling Dema. Theora decided to cut the grass on the large forest cemete...

Chapter 159: The Best Angle

Three hundred years ago, Theora’s favourite distraction may have been to close her eyes and nap for a century or two. Now, in reality, that did not quite seem appropriate. Especially because her life was very fast paced; emergencies and burials happened every day, and people did not ha...