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And in the tea leaves, she saw a pattern. The room changed; it was the same room, but she was elsewhere in it, her back pressed to the mattress, Merritt’s hair against her cheek, the sensation of his mouth on her neck, and— And
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Heir of Uncertain Magic (Whimbrel House, #2)
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