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... he church. It wasn't even cold—just wet and pointless. For a moment, he found himself missing Sweetwater Farm. He didn't bother with his coat. There was work to do.
Call her with something sweet...well, if anyone would know sweet, that's the baker...
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Thankfully, the next day was gray and gentle. Lucian returned to the church a few candle wicks before sunrise, holding some treats wrapped in a cloth napkin. He and the baker spent the night assembling it: honeyed milk, som ...
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