Jasmine

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A kiss of cold touches my face, a whisper of words in my ear. A song I’ve never heard, but the melody is sweet like the taste of blood, the descant as bright as new steel. It wakes me from my stupor, clears my mind in a skull that no longer aches. It strengthens the resolve of a will that was once broken. Hardens a heart that was once soft. And I see.
Trail of Lightning (The Sixth World Book 1)
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