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"And feast on the dead, I thought with a shudder. As if he co..." — Leigh Bardugo

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And feast on the dead, I thought with a shudder. As if he could read my thoughts, he pressed a hand to my shoulder. His fingers were long and white, splaying over my arm like a waxen spider. If the gesture was meant to comfort me, it failed.

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