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Geralts little theif
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Ongoing, First published Apr 19, 2022
Mature
This is a a WIP, a request from a freind. Apologies for the slow progress.


A theif finds herself in a spot of bother when she awakens bound, gagged and blindfolded on a moving horse,  But it's not just any horse, it is the horse belonging to the white wolf, and she has stolen from him.


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