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“The air moved slowly around his body, somehow tangible, gold flaked, every dust mote a lantern.” — Maggie Stiefvater
The air moved slowly around his body, somehow tangible, gold flaked, every dust mote a lantern.
“The air moved slowly around his body, somehow tangible, gold flaked, every dust mote a lantern.” — Maggie Stiefvater