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Chapter 65
Camilla looked at the woman who was standing in front of them. She wore flowing robes which billowed about her body and made her look like an ancient creature but so utterly young which seemed impossible and improbable at the same time but Camilla had now understood that here, in this world anything could happen and she could have died. Instead she was here with a man who was trying to protect her and this woman was looking at her with disdain.
“You dare darken my doorstep. Again.”
The woman was looking at Percival who looked at her straight ahead and said,” You very well are aware that if it was not very important then I would never come here. And I also know that if someone is in the need of your help or your support then you are never going to push them away. I did not know whose door to knock.”
“You know that the witch of strength and potions has suddenly found a lover and she will be busy in creating love spells and all that sh
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