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“You don't have to stay if you don't want to,' said the girl called Makepeace. 'But you're welcome to travel with us as long as you like. We believe in second chances, for the people who don't usually get them. 'You're among friends, Hannah, You're home.”

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Book:A Skinful of Shadows
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A Skinful of Shadows

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Frances Hardinge
Frances Hardinge

Frances Hardinge is a British author born in 1973. She is known for her works in fantasy literature, which have gained widespread popularity among readers. more

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