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Until Rhysand said, “Then we’re done here.” Wind tore at me, along with ancient darkness. But a sweeter, softer shade of night caressed me, stroking my nerves, my lungs, until I could at last get air inside, until it seduced me into sleep.
A Court of Mist and Fury (A Court of Thorns and Roses, #2)
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