Elide buried her face in her hands. Then there was a hard, iron-tipped hand on her soulder. A tentative touch. “Hope” Manon said quietly. Elide lowered her hands and found the witch smiling at her. Barely a tilt to her lips but— a smile soft and lovely. Elide wondered if Manon knew she was doing it.
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