⋆✴︎˚hannah ౨ৎ˚⋆

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For a moment, I see Helene Aquilla. The girl who hoped. The girl who thought the world was fair. But Helene Aquilla is broken. Unmade. Helene Aquilla is dead. The woman in the mirror is not Helene Aquilla. She is the Blood Shrike.
A Torch Against the Night (An Ember in the Ashes, #2)
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