The lines of her face, turned up to the sky, would have broken your heart. — Tana French, The Secret Place
The lines of her face, turned up to the sky, would have broken your heart. — Tana French, The Secret Place
The lines of her face, turned up to the sky, would have broken your heart. — Tana French, The Secret Place
The lines of her face, turned up to the sky, would have broken your heart. — Tana French, The Secret Place
The lines of her face, turned up to the sky, would have broken your heart. — Tana French, The Secret Place
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The lines of her face, turned up to the sky, would have broken your heart.

— Tana French, The Secret Place
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