Denise

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“I’m afraid,” I blurted before his black hair dipped from sight. “This…” I gestured between us, “...is not who I am. I’m meant for Hreinasta, and every time you offer me your friendship, I feel my soul being pulled in two. The goddess has already claimed me. I can’t give anything to you.”
The Scattered Bones
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