Light and Shadow✔️
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Velaris.
City of Starlight, Art and most importantly Freedom. Or so it seems for Meira. As daughter of an Illyrian Lord she has never been able to go see the City herself, not to even speak of freedom. When her parents set the date for her clipping Meira can't take it anymore, she flees.
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"See! You're laughing!" I put a bookmark into the book and slapped it shut.
Azriel's voice sounded through me: "I'm not laughing, believe me."
I glared at him suspiciously, now he grinned, I rolled my eyes: "I think it's a cute story."
"It is, you'll tell me how it ends?" he sounded somewhat serious.
I squinted at him, he smiled at me again, an almost invisible dimple coming out on the left of his lips: "Fine."
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