Peter Toth

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Yerin was being treated like a prize pig hauled in front of a bunch of butchers. Her hands were manacled in halfsilver and chained to the stone wall behind her, while a bunch of unarmored Skysworn prodded her spirit with theirs. It was hard not to shake like a shaved bear in the snow under the tickle of their scans.
Ghostwater (Cradle, #5)
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