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“Hawthorn waved that aside. “My sister…” He grimaced. “She was a little like you.” “Really?” “I would have followed her anywhere,” he said. “Into any battle.” — Freya Marske
Hawthorn waved that aside. “My sister…” He grimaced. “She was a little like you.”
“Really?”
“I would have followed her anywhere,” he said. “Into any battle.