Not so much a bargain as an imposition. Death has come calling on Tanwyn.
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A castle in the mud. A shadow in the walls. A sinking feeling…
“You’re not joking. You’re seriously going to just leave me here?” I hissed between my teeth. Rowan and I stood in front of a pair of imposing doors. Laughter and the timbre of feet and music scratched along my nerve endings.
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