Lynnae

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“I blame myself,” Mister Winters said, though her expression suggested otherwise. “For months, I have overlooked your disregard for any order that did not amuse you. I let you run wild about the ship and through the harbors. I let your impertinence and rashness pass without rebuke. I am sorry. Forgive me. I will make amends.”
Arm of the Sphinx (The Books of Babel, #2)
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