Tierney Ann

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“Don’t you see? We’re free.” Free. The word sang. It flew. She imagined it took form, like one of her moths, and spun shimmering through the air. “Free?” Minya repeated. It didn’t shimmer when she said it. It didn’t fly.
Muse of Nightmares (Strange the Dreamer, #2)
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