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⊰♠⊱—”Ehm . . . Keaton, may I ask you something?”
She didn’t want to blame Keaton for something like this, but any other culprit was not likely. Corrin held the evidence behind her back: the remains of a slipper torn to shreds. The owner was still a mystery and it pained Corrin to know that there was someone in camp with only one perfectly usable slipper.
⊰♠⊱—”I hate to be presumptuous, but did you have anything to do with this?”











