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Chapter 4
Chapter Four "You're not welcome here," a tall man with a lithe swimmer's body says as we approach. I have to admit, he looks exactly like I think a mer should look, there's even a slight shimmer to his skin as if he has scales. I wonder if that's part of what looked off about the legs on the body. A shiver runs down my spine. It's best if I don't think about that here. "I have news about your daughter, Mr DeLaney. Do you mind if we talk in private?" Ambrose says. I can sense the hesitation in his tone and long to reach out and comfort him. I hate seeing my friend in so much pain when there's nothing I can do about it. "Anything you have to say to me, you can say in front of everyone here," Mr DeLaney says, lifting his chin in defiance. Ah. He's one of those. I wonder if Ambrose eve
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