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The world mistook her quiet for softness, but Sylvie had survived more winters than most could name. Behind those pale blue eyes lived a riot of memory, and a vow—never again would she dim herself for someone else’s comfort.
The world mistook her quiet for softness, but Sylvie had survived more winters than most could name. Behind those pale blue eyes lived a riot of memory, and a vow—never again would she dim herself for someone else’s comfort.