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“Aura," he whispered, "I wish I could wipe away just one of your tears. Then I'd feel like a person again. Like I'm something more than a bunch of light.”

Quote by Jeri Smith-Ready

Book:Shade
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Shade

This book delves into the complexities of human nature and the struggle between good and evil through a narrative set in an enigmatic environment. more

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Jeri Smith-Ready
Jeri Smith-Ready

Jeri Smith-Ready is a renowned author known for her profound themes and engaging storytelling. Her exact birth and death dates are unknown. more

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