An udderly terrible thing happens to Tharja, it's a cow-tastrophe.
"Miriel." The word crawled from Tharja's lips, as weary as the bags under her beady eyes. Though she had approached Miriel, who sat undisturbed in her usual spot in the barracks, it was a great ordeal for her to even bother. Miriel looked up from the tome in her hands and pushed the aluminum fram...
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