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When Ayla had turned her face into the pillow and breathed in, Crier filled her lungs. It should have felt like poison. It didn’t. She should be lying awake at night thinking of nothing but sliding a blade into Crier’s heart. She wasn’t.
Crier's War (Crier's War, #1)
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