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AND THE MAGICAL RECOVERY
Maybe there was just something wrong with her.
Xia was convinced that must be the case an hour later as she sat next to Addler, sharing a hay bale and tub of popcorn with him. She just couldn’t seem to join in when he laughed at the jester on stage who tripped over a rake, only for the handle to swing up and whack him in the face.
Addler leaned toward her, pressing his shoulder into hers as he slapped at his knee in amusement. And all she could do was force a fake, tense smile before swallowing guiltily.
But every time she glanced toward the stage, she spied the gallows next to it and remembered the miller’s lifeless body, swaying there in the light morning breeze, his head lobbed unnaturally onto his shoulder and the ties of his shoelaces dangling below t
