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Image of the quote is loading... SaveSave Wrong. This was wrong. A list of words raced through his head. Apostate, heretic, pagan.Witch. - Quote by Laura Oliva

Wrong. This was wrong. A list of words raced through his head. Apostate, heretic, pagan.Witch.

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A chaotic mix of emotions churned inside him. Relief. Anger. Longing. She was the last person in the world he wanted to see. She was the only person in the world he wanted to see.
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