Bailey Kuskoski

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“It wasn’t me,” she says again, tears now sliding crimson down her cheeks. “It’s not my fault.” “Then whose is it?” demands Alice, and Lottie whispers something, a single word, too soft for even her to hear. “What did you say?” Lottie clears her throat and says the word again. “Sabine.”
Bury Our Bones in the Midnight Soil
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