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“Goldfinch,” I murmur miserably before I gently place my lips at her cheek, fingers still cradling her face. Trying to cradle her fading soul. “You were always mine, and I was always meant to love you with every single part of my existence.” Always.
Goldfinch (The Plated Prisoner, #6)
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