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Nobody spoke any words of greetings but stared at me like mindless spectres observing something not supposed to be in their own world. Their smiles withered like discarded masks to reveal the maddening scrutiny in their eyes. There I was, an outsider, someone who brought conflict into their perfidious village. Their stares were scalding as I ran past.
Eleventh Cycle (Mistland, #1)
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