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Strings of Affection
Adeline hissed as she adjusted on the bedding that the servants had put together. The pain in her waist was even more overwhelming, despite the ointment and the bath she had taken. She turned, but the pain would only allow a small bit of movement, and it stretched the height of her comfort. She sighed and slowly sat up, turning to the open tent. The skies had darkened with rain, and the setting sun was nothing but a shred of light in the distant horizon. With a small sigh, she started to lean back when a shadow cast over the tent. Her brows furrowed as she started to stretch for the only torch in the tent, then turned towards the door again. The shadow was gone, and her view of the sunset was restored, yet she felt a bit of fear in the pit of her stomach. She started to move when Lucan
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