Z.J. Olivarez

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The emotion in the room was staggering. Like the hushed devastation of a funeral. And in many ways, that’s exactly what it was. People mourning the loss of their previous lives. All the loved ones they would never see again. All that had been stolen. So much to process. So much to grieve. And so much still to fear.
Wayward (Wayward Pines, #2)
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