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“The world was awash in hues of dark blue, interrupted only by shafts of buttery light escaping from the shuttered windows of our dilapidated cottage. It was like striding through a living painting- a fleeting moment of stillness, the blues swiftly shifting to solid darkness.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Thorns and Roses