Isobel had entrusted the note to Gwen just before Baltimore. And the small scrap of paper still remained her only tangib — Kelly Creagh, Oblivion
Isobel had entrusted the note to Gwen just before Baltimore. And the small scrap of paper still remained her only tangib — Kelly Creagh, Oblivion
Isobel had entrusted the note to Gwen just before Baltimore. And the small scrap of paper still remained her only tangib — Kelly Creagh, Oblivion
Isobel had entrusted the note to Gwen just before Baltimore. And the small scrap of paper still remained her only tangib — Kelly Creagh, Oblivion
Isobel had entrusted the note to Gwen just before Baltimore. And the small scrap of paper still remained her only tangib — Kelly Creagh, Oblivion
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Isobel had entrusted the note to Gwen just before Baltimore. And the small scrap of paper still remained her only tangible evidence that Varen had loved her.Expect...he didn't anymore.

— Kelly Creagh, Oblivion
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