Initiation (7) As the cloth blocking the entrance was lifted, a bright ray of light poured into the dark tent. “Your Highness.” Owen slowly opened his eyes at the low voice calling him. “…Alisha?” “Yes, it’s me.” “Is it already morning?” “Yes, Your Highness. You must hurry. Today is the day of the Great Tribal Council of Barsha, isn’t it?”...
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