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The moon illuminated the mist swirling along the leaf-strewn ground, and made the trees cast long shadows like lurking wraiths. And there—standing in a copse of thorns—was a white stag. Celaena’s breath hitched.
The Assassin's Blade (Throne of Glass, #0.1-0.5)
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