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“His words crack my mind with the forced of an anvil. They shiver down my spine and make my knees tremble. I misheard that. I must have. Or he's wrong. It doesn't make sense, after all, what he's saying. It's absurd. But even as my dizzy thoughts churn, every stubborn piece of bravery and thin thread of hope turns frail.”

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Book:Entangled
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