The Sands Of Time...
ORALIA Bringing my hands together, I brought them up to my lips, emphatically apologizing to the cranky old woman who I prayed was still capable of giving me answers that I desperately needed— “Please. I’m sorry if I have offended you. I’m afraid this is just a very—precarious situation—and one that needs to be handled delicately.” Looking back down at my husband, Delphina’s hunched back tensed as she furiously whisked her thin, crepe-skinned hand over the magical dust again, gratingly lamenting, “For you to call upon this old hag, that much is obvious, dear. And truthfully, I understand your situation better than anyone. There is no loyalty—or honor for that matter—among us now, especially my kind. Nothing but back-stabbing disgraces, they are. The whole lot of them! I blame there be
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