44. Thorns of the black rose

The refectory was quieter than usual that night, lit by magical globes floating under the vaulted ceiling. Pandora savored a hot soup of moon mushrooms, her face softly blushed by the lively conversation with Amy and Morgana.

"Seriously, Morgana," said Amy, leaning in curious, "how can you manage t...

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