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I swallowed, keeping my words in my chest so they wouldn’t flood my head and become angry spells, but they slithered and snapped, and I stood, unable to trust myself to contain them. The king’s advisors shot to their feet, parchment and scrolls falling to the floor. I acknowledged them, just a stiff jerk of my head, and moved swiftly toward the door. “Lark,” Tiras called after me. I ignored him.
Ruth N
Yeah id be pissed to
The Bird and the Sword (The Bird and the Sword Chronicles, #1)
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