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Liar, liar, liar, a voice in her head sang. The one that sang to her of Wills-o’-the-wisp and hawthorn trees. Liars we hate, the liars we ate, under the hawthorn tree.
The Exorcism of Faeries (Morbid Realities, #1)
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