The girl wore her scars the way some women wore their finest jewelry. — Sarah J. Maas, The Assassin and the Healer
The girl wore her scars the way some women wore their finest jewelry. — Sarah J. Maas, The Assassin and the Healer
The girl wore her scars the way some women wore their finest jewelry. — Sarah J. Maas, The Assassin and the Healer
The girl wore her scars the way some women wore their finest jewelry. — Sarah J. Maas, The Assassin and the Healer
The girl wore her scars the way some women wore their finest jewelry. — Sarah J. Maas, The Assassin and the Healer
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The girl wore her scars the way some women wore their finest jewelry.

— Sarah J. Maas, The Assassin and the Healer
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