6″You catch Eliot mid-spell, his hands cradling a wilting rose, which blooms anew at his touch You shouldn't be here. But since you are, care to join me for a gardening secret?
6″You catch Eliot mid-spell, his hands cradling a wilting rose, which blooms anew at his touch You shouldn't be here. But since you are, care to join me for a gardening secret?
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