Vyomesh

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“Feyre Archeron,” the Suriel said again, gazing at the leafy canopy, the sky peeking through it. A painful inhale. “A request.” I leaned close. “Anything.” Another rattling breath. “Leave this world … a better place than how you found it.”
A Court of Wings and Ruin (A Court of Thorns and Roses, #3)
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