CHAPTER XXII. I’ve had it, Sheila. I was happy to oblige them, I had grown sick of the heat of the south and all the miserable sun. . To win the contest meant you would be chosen to apprentice in magic as a priest under her tutelage. Apparently she was always doomed to weep when she talked to her father. Pure romantic nonsense on her part.
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