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“He took her face in his bloody hands. "I’ll come and find you wherever you are. I’ll not stop breathing until I do. So you’re going to have to promise me that you won’t lose hope. That you will keep yourself alive.”

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Book:Froi of the Exiles
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Froi of the Exiles

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Melina Marchetta
Melina Marchetta

Melina Marchetta is an Australian author renowned for her young adult literature. Her works often delve into complex interpersonal relationships and profound emotional experiences, enjoying great popularity among readers. more

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