
The Shepherdapos;s C
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author: Not ten strings, ple
The sun was slanting, the evening breeze had died down. Hayna felt a vague sense that something intangible was shrouding this area, altering the atmosphere of the manor.,The previous attitude seemed more like that of an instructor facing a disappointing student.,From some point on, she instinctively rejected the possibility that "the Devil's scholar was Evans."。