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Chapter 152: Tristan’s Voice
DAHLIA:
“Dahlia!”
I gasped as my eyes opened wildly. Did I really hear that correctly? It sounded like Tristan’s voice…
I cupped my throbbing forehead. Of course it couldn’t be him… It was only a dream…
“Samalah, you had a nightmare again,” I heard a youngish voice speak beside me. It was followed by a hug against my side.
I smiled. By now, I was so used to Efiro’s hugs that it didn’t feel strange to me at all. Rather, this little one’s affection was making me look forward to the day I would meet my own child in my arms…
It has been less than a day when we entered Camdress, and the first thing that Thesla had done for me was to locate the house of the healer in the small, tight-knit community.
“What is it,” I heard an old man’s voice speak behind a wooden door.
“Sir Morland, sorry for troubling you at this hour… I brought a guest.”
I wasn’t expecting it, but the healer before me was also a dragon…
And he
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