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“Bay's room was the first one at the top of the staircase. It was painted a dove gray that turned peacock blue after dark, as if the room absorbed the warmth of daylight and radiated with it at night.”

Quote by Sarah Addison Allen

Book:First Frost
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First Frost

First Frost is a gripping tale that delves into the challenges of life in a harsh winter environment. The story follows a protagonist as they navigate the perils of the cold and the transformative experiences that come with enduring such conditions. more

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Sarah Addison Allen
Sarah Addison Allen

Sarah Addison Allen is an American author born in 1971. Her works are known for their fantasy and romance elements, which have won the hearts of readers. more

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