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She pulled the sleeve of her pullover over her hand and reached out to wipe away a trickle of blood, but Miss Cheery flinched… then gave a weak, apologetic half-smile. Morrigan felt tears prickle and drew in a sharp breath.
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Wundersmith: The Calling of Morrigan Crow (Nevermoor, #2)
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