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“In that moment, she hated his quiet patient tone, hated the stench of the incense, and hated the beauteous pity painted on the faces of the women on the walls. Their expressions contained serene understanding; their eyes seemed able to peer into her soul. She found their forgiveness suffocating. And above all, she hated the tiny niggling thing in her that wanted to know more.”

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Book:Fallen

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Fallen

In this compelling narrative, the protagonist navigates a complex world where choices have profound consequences, exploring the depths of human nature and the struggle between good and evil. more

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Amy J. Murphy

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