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"You...you weren't to know, Calaerthis...I'm sorry for even bringing it up." Kaltia said, refusing to meet his eyes, a look of pained sadness on her face.
She glanced haughtily at deamon. "Excuse me? What part of "private conversation" do you not understand, tiny sneak? I bid you farewell...if you cannot stop eavesdropping then I suppose I shall have to remove your ears, no?"
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