I can still make a fist, and breath still burns in my chest. So look at my face. Look at my mortal soul, and remember it — Susan Dennard, Strange and Ever After
I can still make a fist, and breath still burns in my chest. So look at my face. Look at my mortal soul, and remember it — Susan Dennard, Strange and Ever After
I can still make a fist, and breath still burns in my chest. So look at my face. Look at my mortal soul, and remember it — Susan Dennard, Strange and Ever After
I can still make a fist, and breath still burns in my chest. So look at my face. Look at my mortal soul, and remember it — Susan Dennard, Strange and Ever After
I can still make a fist, and breath still burns in my chest. So look at my face. Look at my mortal soul, and remember it — Susan Dennard, Strange and Ever After
I can still make a fist, and breath still burns in my chest. So look at my face. Look at my mortal soul, and remember it — Susan Dennard, Strange and Ever After
I can still make a fist, and breath still burns in my chest. So look at my face. Look at my mortal soul, and remember it — Susan Dennard, Strange and Ever After
I can still make a fist, and breath still burns in my chest. So look at my face. Look at my mortal soul, and remember it — Susan Dennard, Strange and Ever After
I can still make a fist, and breath still burns in my chest. So look at my face. Look at my mortal soul, and remember it — Susan Dennard, Strange and Ever After
I can still make a fist, and breath still burns in my chest. So look at my face. Look at my mortal soul, and remember it — Susan Dennard, Strange and Ever After
I can still make a fist, and breath still burns in my chest. So look at my face. Look at my mortal soul, and remember it — Susan Dennard, Strange and Ever After
I can still make a fist, and breath still burns in my chest. So look at my face. Look at my mortal soul, and remember it — Susan Dennard, Strange and Ever After
I can still make a fist, and breath still burns in my chest. So look at my face. Look at my mortal soul, and remember it — Susan Dennard, Strange and Ever After
I can still make a fist, and breath still burns in my chest. So look at my face. Look at my mortal soul, and remember it — Susan Dennard, Strange and Ever After
I can still make a fist, and breath still burns in my chest. So look at my face. Look at my mortal soul, and remember it — Susan Dennard, Strange and Ever After
I can still make a fist, and breath still burns in my chest. So look at my face. Look at my mortal soul, and remember it — Susan Dennard, Strange and Ever After
I can still make a fist, and breath still burns in my chest. So look at my face. Look at my mortal soul, and remember it — Susan Dennard, Strange and Ever After
I can still make a fist, and breath still burns in my chest. So look at my face. Look at my mortal soul, and remember it — Susan Dennard, Strange and Ever After
I can still make a fist, and breath still burns in my chest. So look at my face. Look at my mortal soul, and remember it — Susan Dennard, Strange and Ever After
I can still make a fist, and breath still burns in my chest. So look at my face. Look at my mortal soul, and remember it — Susan Dennard, Strange and Ever After
I can still make a fist, and breath still burns in my chest. So look at my face. Look at my mortal soul, and remember it — Susan Dennard, Strange and Ever After
I can still make a fist, and breath still burns in my chest. So look at my face. Look at my mortal soul, and remember it — Susan Dennard, Strange and Ever After
I can still make a fist, and breath still burns in my chest. So look at my face. Look at my mortal soul, and remember it — Susan Dennard, Strange and Ever After
I can still make a fist, and breath still burns in my chest. So look at my face. Look at my mortal soul, and remember it — Susan Dennard, Strange and Ever After
I can still make a fist, and breath still burns in my chest. So look at my face. Look at my mortal soul, and remember it — Susan Dennard, Strange and Ever After
I can still make a fist, and breath still burns in my chest. So look at my face. Look at my mortal soul, and remember it — Susan Dennard, Strange and Ever After
I can still make a fist, and breath still burns in my chest. So look at my face. Look at my mortal soul, and remember it — Susan Dennard, Strange and Ever After
I can still make a fist, and breath still burns in my chest. So look at my face. Look at my mortal soul, and remember it — Susan Dennard, Strange and Ever After
I can still make a fist, and breath still burns in my chest. So look at my face. Look at my mortal soul, and remember it — Susan Dennard, Strange and Ever After
I can still make a fist, and breath still burns in my chest. So look at my face. Look at my mortal soul, and remember it — Susan Dennard, Strange and Ever After
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I can still make a fist, and breath still burns in my chest. So look at my face. Look at my mortal soul, and remember it. You did not crush me, and you will have the rest of eternity to think on it.

— Susan Dennard, Strange and Ever After
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