Elizabeth Jernigan

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Pain. The ghost of something I can scarcely grasp, its corpse anchored in my icy nether. The place inside me that’s vast like the Ergor Plains I once walked alone, blotches of somebody else’s blood frosted to the rags that clung to my skeletal body.
When the Moon Hatched (Moonfall, #1)
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