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Chapter 160: The Cruelty of Letters

The promised snow was a lie. Instead, another last wave of heat was hitting the end of November.

The calmest moments of Theora’s days happened at work — no practice, no need to save anyone, and no heartthrob while cuddling Dema. Theora decided to cut the grass on the large forest cemetery meadow one last time that year; it had grown a lot during those mild last months.

Cutting grass was fun, so Theora tended to do it more often than necessary, finding every excuse to get it do...

Chapter 159: The Best Angle

Three hundred years ago, Theora’s favourite distraction may have been to close her eyes and nap for a century or two. Now, in reality, that did not quite seem appropriate. Especially because her life was very fast paced; emergencies and burials happened every day, and people did not have access to magically enhanced Skills that they could use to interact with their surroundings to alleviate some of that pressure.

So, Theora did not distract herself by falling asleep. Instead,...