Exile, Chapter 50

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"Excuse me, did someone give you permission to cut?" Keefe asked. He tried to sell the joke with a weak smile, but his eyes were too red and swollen.

"I'm sorry," an elegant woman with blond hair woven into an intricate braid said. "Just ignore my son if he's bothering you."

"He's not bothering me." Sophie glared at Keefe's mother and leaned closer to ask Keefe, "You okay?"

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