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Chapter 5
Chapter Five Jo walked along the path leading through the gardens. She had woken alone, well, sort of. She looked at the beautiful flower she held gently in between her fingers. Manota hadn’t been there physically, but his love had been. She had awoken to a bed littered with the petals of flowers of every color imaginable. On the pillow next to her was a brilliant white flower with gold tips. It looked like a cross between a rose and a carnation. “It is good to see a smile on your face,” Ajaska said, startling Jo out of her reverie. “Hi Ajaska, how are you this morning?” Jo asked politely. She really liked Manota’s father. The first time she met him, she had been sending spit-wads down at him. River had gotten upset with Torak and ended up on one of the high wires connected to the pil
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