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92 Festivities
"Now now..." Yvaine said slyly. "Weren't you the one who called me out for betting on Tai'dra? So what's this dear brother? Looks like you're hellbent on rooting for Grotash yourself." "Are you accusing me of betting on one of our Elder's sons when I should be impartial to everyone in the village?" "Yes, that's exactly what I'm doing." She said, smiling. "Then you're right. May the best racer win." Grotash was now a hair behind Tai'dra and her Sabercat, with the rest of the contenders lagging a few inches behind. It was going to be a close one. Aiden was stationed at the finish line to make sure they spotted the right winner. He erected an enchanted barrier that would capture the winner and engulf them in a stream of white light, making them clear for everyone to see. T
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