Oh, God,” Magnus said. “They’re dead. They’re all dead. — Cassandra Clare, City of Heavenly Fire
Oh, God,” Magnus said. “They’re dead. They’re all dead. — Cassandra Clare, City of Heavenly Fire
Oh, God,” Magnus said. “They’re dead. They’re all dead. — Cassandra Clare, City of Heavenly Fire
Oh, God,” Magnus said. “They’re dead. They’re all dead. — Cassandra Clare, City of Heavenly Fire
Oh, God,” Magnus said. “They’re dead. They’re all dead. — Cassandra Clare, City of Heavenly Fire
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Oh, God,” Magnus said. “They’re dead. They’re all dead.

— Cassandra Clare, City of Heavenly Fire
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