Chapter 27- The Hesta

“And your mother? What of her? Forgive me if I offend.”
Hesta thought for a bit. What to tell? What to withold. There wasn’t much of either!
“I believe my mother to be dead.”
On the other side of Hesta, Gudric exclaimed. “I—dropped my flask. I’m sorry.”

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