Brooklyn Wescombe

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‘When I realized what was happening, I nearly despaired. How could this meddling village girl be my match? But of course you were. Of course you were. In nature, everything balances itself. There can be no winter without summer, no shadow without the sun. You are my soul, Liska Radost. I lived seven hundred years to find you.’
Where the Dark Stands Still
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