Danielle Smith

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I’ve seen billions of people with every manner of physical variation. None of them have moved me. But she moves me. This woman whose soul I can’t take and whose life I can’t know. This woman whose face should blur together with every other face I’ve ever seen. Instead it lingers on in my mind’s eye, haunting me like some sort of specter.
Death (The Four Horsemen, #4)
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