Meara at the Elvish City by Yogani Singh

Meara shook off the after effects of the travel potion. Her tongue felt thick and dry. Her hands were numb, her fingertips tingling with pins and needles. And that thrumming, pounding headache behind her eyes, she hoped that would fade sooner rather than later on. She shook her head to clear it. The world around...

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