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“It can't be any worse than whatever it is Annarion's doing." "You are devoid of an active imagination, which is disappointing considering the experience you have now amassed.”

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Cast in Flame

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Michelle Sagara
Michelle Sagara

Michelle Sagara, born in 1963, is a renowned fantasy novelist from the United States. Her works are loved by readers for their rich imagination, unique worldviews, and profound character development. more

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