“She’s gonna be great.” He took a long drag on his cigarette and looked over at Harold. The wind had tousled his black hair and the smoke from his cigarette was snatched away almost immediately. Harold smiled, flicking an ash off the end of his cigarette into an ornate ashtray. He stared at his little… Continue reading Asena Ch. 8: Harold’s Daughter
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