Alyssa Yarnell

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“Breathe, Sorrengail. Just breathe.” “What the hell is wrong with him?” someone asks as Jack writhes. “Oranges,” I whisper to Ridoc as my body finally gives out. “He’s allergic to oranges.” I fall into nothingness.
Fourth Wing (The Empyrean, #1)
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