“Good luck, boys.” Watching through the misty the window as the Riders made West for another skirmish, Mory rubbed away the cold, prickly feeling of dread from her arms. Seeing the blue glowing aura of the man jockeying towards danger, the mother in her offered her best wishes. “Be safe, Teddy. Come home soon.” Somehow, Mory thought coming to a land full of immortal creatures
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