Haley Fincher

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The freckles I'd memorized, mapped with my mouth in the darkness—even those had transformed. Now they were glittering dust scattered across her skin, making her shimmer with each movement. Each mark a constellation I wanted to trace again, to see if they still tasted of mortality or if divinity had claimed even that.
The Ascended (The Aesymarean Duet, #1)
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