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“She didn't know if the priests' poison was starting to infect her, or if this was just what growing up was - a series of compromises that twisted a child's idealism into something shameful.”

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Book:The Girl and the Stars
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The Girl and the Stars

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Mark Lawrence
Mark Lawrence

Mark Lawrence, born on January 1, 1968, is a talented writer whose works span various literary genres. Known for his unique narrative style and profound thematic explorations, his writing has gained widespread recognition from readers and critics. more

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