Chapter 95: Telling the Truth, Jefferson's Daoist Arts
Words : 1850
Updated : Oct 11th, 2025
Ashwood Lane lay hushed as the night thinned toward dawn. Along the street, a dozen vendors packed their stalls and, in twos and threes, vanished into the Mist.
Mary lingered on purpose. When Xena passed her stall, Mary waved her over.
"Xena, you really should consider Joaquin Zuniga. He's a decent man."
She tugged a canvas over the steamer and stove, wiped her hands on her apron, then stepped up beside Xena, solemn as a judge. "You're not getting any younger. While you're still young, you ought...
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