Can one regret a thing that, however unwise, was beautiful? — Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Princess
Can one regret a thing that, however unwise, was beautiful? — Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Princess
Can one regret a thing that, however unwise, was beautiful? — Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Princess
Can one regret a thing that, however unwise, was beautiful? — Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Princess
Can one regret a thing that, however unwise, was beautiful? — Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Princess
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Can one regret a thing that, however unwise, was beautiful?

— Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Princess
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