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Chapter 14-2
Charles felt a curious sense of isolation. As though he had been discounted now, and as the two of them planned their future, he was amazed to realise that the feeling was jealousy. He was jealous of the bond that the two of them had, of the plans they made together, of the life that they might have. Horrified, he shoved the feeling aside. “Might I interject?” he said walking alongside. “Of course,” Harry said with a smile. “Interject away.” Charles rolled his eyes. “We may need to clean young Julian up a little before taking him to the inn, he looks like a ragamuffin. When we get there, I will arrange for him to have a bed in your room.” Harry peered down his chest at the boy and laughed. “He’s right. Come on.” They found a wall and sat Julian on it whilst Charles fished out a handke
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