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“My eyes itch,” I said, rubbing them. Brand clamped his hand on my shoulder to keep me in a straight line. “They were on fire.” “Ah.” Then: “What?” “Your eyeballs,” he said. “Were on fire. When your Aspect took over.”
The Last Sun (The Tarot Sequence, #1)
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