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Chapter 1514 - 258 Hastur’s Friendship
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Wasn’t I looking for my dad and mom?
The Little Witch clutched the small mirror in her hands, holding it close to her chest, warily eyeing the red-robed figure slumped among the mushroom cluster, her mind blank.
She couldn’t recall what she had done yesterday, where she had gone, or even where she had come from or where she was supposed to go. She only remembered her home—a warm, spacious house, surrounded by towering beech trees, with a wide little playground, soft green ...
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