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“And I see your fingers, long and pale, covered in blood.” I froze—trapped by dread and the boy’s viselike grip on my arm. I tried to shake him off. When he did not let go, I raised my other hand, a hiss escaping my lips. I slapped him, hard.
One Dark Window (The Shepherd King, #1)
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