Chapter 24
Fair The Yellow Islands Present… “Can you please, take your arse away from my face?” I hissed at Baobao, pushing the scrawny messenger to the side, so I could also see down the street from our hidden place by the piers. Baobao cursed under his breath before finally setting down by my side. I was in the middle, between Organa and Baobao. I had to say, I’d never felt so squeezed in my entire life. Organa’s elbow was firmly stuck against my ribs and Baobao’s crazy hair was all over my visual field. It was a miracle I could see anything at all. To complicate things, it hadn’t stopped raining and a thick layer of fog had started to rise from the wet floor, obscuring our view in an ominous way. The old piers were exactly what their name entitled, a mass of ancient and covered in mold wooden
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