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A voice that for weeks she’d only heard in the murk of her dreams and had lost by the time the sun rose. A voice that made her heart leap into her throat. A voice that was like spring, hope, respair, home—all those things and so many more.
Through Dark Storms (Beneath Black Sails, #4)
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