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His eyes flitted closed briefly. “I love your voice. Have I ever told you that?” He opened his eyes and stared at her. “It makes me feel like I’m floating in the pond with sunlight warming my body.”
Winter is frigid, but fear is just as numbing, and death is the coldest of all. Three Weeks in Winter A Tony Harrington Novel #6 by J...
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