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Her mournful song was so unlike that of her sister, Clode—Goddess of Air—who hinged on the precipice of immeasurable madness. Her voice was a ribbon of silk, soft to touch, unless it turned to the side and slit you with its edge.
When the Moon Hatched (Moonfall, #1)
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