Jerelyn Urquhart

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Oh Malek, I am not ready to meet you. “Violet!” Andarna shouts. “No!” Tairn bellows as we’re spun to a near vertical position. “Stay back!” I shriek, and fear burns through my bones like acid as we’re ripped outward by centrifugal motion.
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