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Chapter 17
17 FARRAH It took me a long time to clean up my old chambers and the kitchen—at least two rooms I needed if I was going to stay here for a while. Though the kitchen’s pantry needed to be stocked, I was surprised to see all my old clothes still hanging in my closet. They were a little dusty and some smelled like they were rotting, but I was able to salvage a handful of dresses and a thick cloak that would serve me until I got something better. After a couple of days just working on the manor and hunting for food in the back forest, I decided it was time to go to the nearest market to buy some more food and other things I would need. As I downed my cloak and stepped out of the manor, I glanced around to the many abandoned houses, wondering which one Wyatt had chosen. Knowing him, I was s
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