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“I will burn this world to ash for you, Summer. The things I would do for her scare me. One word and I would destroy anyone who’s ever hurt her. One look and I would give up everything—my crown, my magic, my life. One smile and the armored walls I’ve built around my heart crumble to dust.”

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Summer

This book delves into the seasonal experience of summer, examining its influence on individuals and communities, through a narrative that captures the essence of this time of year. more

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