Krystal Spooner

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The forest was filled with the imprints of lost souls, shadows of dead things between worlds, and whispers of passionate emotions stuck in the bark of the trees. Every oak and pine we passed had something absorbed in one of its rings, some ripple or disease or knot in its trunk caused by thousands of years of trauma. 
Lords of the Hunt (Wilde Fae, #1)
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