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“She gave him a single stoic nod and raised her wand. Her heart in her mouth, she rested the tip just below the protruding bone of his wrist, and she knew that if she didn't do it now, she never would. She'd been able to carve out an eye with a letteropener while the victim begged for mercy. Surely she could do this. The horrors she'd experienced had inadvertently prepared her.”
― L.K. Steven, Silvercloak