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“Her grief formed iron shackles around my ankles, weighing me down as it tightened around my neck. Emotion clogged my throat, tasting like... like bitter desperation and sour hopelessness.” — Jennifer L. Armentrout
Her grief formed iron shackles around my ankles, weighing me down as it tightened around my neck. Emotion clogged my throat, tasting like... like bitter desperation and sour hopelessness.