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Seventy-Eight

Worry never robs tomorrow of its sorrow, it only saps today of its joy.

Gloc’s voice was soft and could barely be considered as a whisper. And here I thought that only consorts had the ability to lower their voices so only a few people could hear. My time here outside the gates have really been more of an eye opener, that we weren’t that special really to begin with. Sure, there was a term used as a consort’s voice but nevertheless, it seems that most often than not, a lot of werewolves had the ability to soften their voice so that only a few people could hear. And I’m sure that wasn’t the only thing that we had that’s considered normal here beyond the gates.

“What do you mean by that?”

He bites his bot

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