TC Rittenhouse

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I fix my eyes on her as a single thought reverberates through my mind. Mar… Mar… Mar… There is nothing else that explains her, this living, breathing vision from legends and myths. She balances effortlessly on the narrow rail, her long toes gripping tight, water sluicing off her body. All that creamy white skin and wavy, coppery gold hair falling down to her thighs.
Crown of Bones (Amassia, #1)
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