Lorraina Lisowski

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She studied me, no doubt cataloging every scar, every twitch of my face. I, in turn, committed the small dust of freckles over her slender nose, tells of fear carved into her brow, her mouth, almost like each one was a forgotten memory.
Broken Souls and Bones (Stonegate, #1)
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