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“In the darkness, her skin was as pale and luminous as frost. Her snowy eyelahes brushed against her cheekbone, and her hair flowed around them like moonlit water. All it would take was a a twitch of her hand to twist her finger around one of Sylvia’s curls.”

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Book:A Dark and Drowning Tide
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