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Chapter 47: Fangborne is trash.
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... allowed by vines. Oliver turned sharply as his eyes narrowed on Garron—chest still heaving.
“Alright,” he said, voice sharp. “You’ve followed me far enough.”
Garron raised a brow. “Excuse me?”
“I don’t need you anymore.” Oliver’s hand rested on the red rag at his side. “You served your purpose.”
Garron blinked, then laughed once—dry and humorless. “You’re dismissing me? After I saved your little cursed life back there?”
Oliver’s glare was unshaken. “I save ...
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