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The Bargainer nods. “I know, cherub.” His eyes meet mine. The plants aren’t rotting from a disease at all—they’re coffins. Des leans over the sleeping soldier, his eyes scouring the man. “He’s just like the women.” A muscle in his cheek ticks.
A Strange Hymn (The Bargainer, #2)
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