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Maeve's return
FEW MONTHS BACK When Damon’s captor had said he would be back. Damon had expected he meant in a few hours. He had to state what he wanted or why he brought him there. But when he didn’t show up, he thought, maybe, he meant in a day. Still he didn’t show up. So he thought, maybe, just maybe, he meant in a few days. But those few days came and no one came in aside a few men, dressed regally and huge with all sorts of weapons. They neither spoke but always brought food and water that looked too exotic for his stomach and as a captive. He guessed them to be the guards of the castle. He had greatly been annoyed that his captor didn’t show for days. And his impatience was slowly finding its way to his demeanour when he received a different visitor. From the bars, he could hear her voice, comma
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