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“She would walk into that tent, and she would stab her first friend, her first lover, her only true equal through the heart. She did not want to, she found. But she would do it anyway. It was what Wallachia needed, what it demanded, and Wallachia came before Mehmed. It always would. It had to.”

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Bright We Burn

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Kiersten White
Kiersten White

Kiersten White is an American author known for her young adult novels. Her works often blend elements of fantasy, history, and adventure, enjoying widespread popularity among readers. more

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