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Chapter 17 by Kazza Kazza

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Lara

Dearest Cassia,

I walked past your room this evening. The door was open. Everything exactly as you left it, your brush on the table, the blanket kicked to the foot of the bed. I stood there longer than I should have. Then I closed the door and let you be where you are. Growing. Becoming. Not my little futa anymore, but still mine. Write when you can, sweetheart. Just a line.

Love,
Lara

P.S. Demetria says to tell you "hold your will like a blade, not a shield." I have no idea what that means, but she looked very serious saying it.

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