Chapter 300 And Emiliano. She could tell even without a single point of light. The familiar shape, that once-upon-a-time specialness, the peridot set into the medallion and the grandmother’s name engraved on the back…. “My name is Emiliano. Please don’t forget me, my lady.” What she had given Emiliano when she was sixteen. “This necklace—its color is just like your...
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