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“It hurt, remembering. Hurt because there was so much I'd done, so much I'd yet to do. In so many different ways, I now realized, not remembering had been a blessing. A brief respite in the twisted bloody mess that my life had become. But at least I knew who I was.”

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Book:Destiny Kills
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Destiny Kills

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Keri Arthur
Keri Arthur

Keri Arthur is a renowned writer known for her suspense and fantasy novels. Her exact birth and death dates are unknown. more

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