You are cursed to love, not anything, but your own decays.
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Alastair couldn't stop thinking about her. The mooncake. He didn't know what it was about her that pulled him in, made his body throb. He shook his head. This wasn't the time to be distracted by a stranger, now was it!?
"But she is distracting." Even Draco agreed to the sentiment.
After shopping for the vegetables and groceries from the list, Alastair and Emil stopped in front of the knave's chalice, a local tavern in Vizlehr. The place was usually sleepy around the noon, but when night came, the place would be filled to the brim, with no place to even move.
Alastair walked inside and walked directly towards the tall wolf standing behind the bar. "A pint of Draconian Ale, please." He ordered and the wolf swiftly poured
