I smiled into the darkness. There was nothing "just" about metaphors, I was beginning to think; they followed me everywh — Rachel Hartman, Shadow Scale
I smiled into the darkness. There was nothing "just" about metaphors, I was beginning to think; they followed me everywh — Rachel Hartman, Shadow Scale
I smiled into the darkness. There was nothing "just" about metaphors, I was beginning to think; they followed me everywh — Rachel Hartman, Shadow Scale
I smiled into the darkness. There was nothing "just" about metaphors, I was beginning to think; they followed me everywh — Rachel Hartman, Shadow Scale
I smiled into the darkness. There was nothing "just" about metaphors, I was beginning to think; they followed me everywh — Rachel Hartman, Shadow Scale
I smiled into the darkness. There was nothing "just" about metaphors, I was beginning to think; they followed me everywh — Rachel Hartman, Shadow Scale
I smiled into the darkness. There was nothing "just" about metaphors, I was beginning to think; they followed me everywh — Rachel Hartman, Shadow Scale
I smiled into the darkness. There was nothing "just" about metaphors, I was beginning to think; they followed me everywh — Rachel Hartman, Shadow Scale
I smiled into the darkness. There was nothing "just" about metaphors, I was beginning to think; they followed me everywh — Rachel Hartman, Shadow Scale
I smiled into the darkness. There was nothing "just" about metaphors, I was beginning to think; they followed me everywh — Rachel Hartman, Shadow Scale
I smiled into the darkness. There was nothing "just" about metaphors, I was beginning to think; they followed me everywh — Rachel Hartman, Shadow Scale
I smiled into the darkness. There was nothing "just" about metaphors, I was beginning to think; they followed me everywh — Rachel Hartman, Shadow Scale
I smiled into the darkness. There was nothing "just" about metaphors, I was beginning to think; they followed me everywh — Rachel Hartman, Shadow Scale
I smiled into the darkness. There was nothing "just" about metaphors, I was beginning to think; they followed me everywh — Rachel Hartman, Shadow Scale
I smiled into the darkness. There was nothing "just" about metaphors, I was beginning to think; they followed me everywh — Rachel Hartman, Shadow Scale
I smiled into the darkness. There was nothing "just" about metaphors, I was beginning to think; they followed me everywh — Rachel Hartman, Shadow Scale
I smiled into the darkness. There was nothing "just" about metaphors, I was beginning to think; they followed me everywh — Rachel Hartman, Shadow Scale
I smiled into the darkness. There was nothing "just" about metaphors, I was beginning to think; they followed me everywh — Rachel Hartman, Shadow Scale
I smiled into the darkness. There was nothing "just" about metaphors, I was beginning to think; they followed me everywh — Rachel Hartman, Shadow Scale
I smiled into the darkness. There was nothing "just" about metaphors, I was beginning to think; they followed me everywh — Rachel Hartman, Shadow Scale
I smiled into the darkness. There was nothing "just" about metaphors, I was beginning to think; they followed me everywh — Rachel Hartman, Shadow Scale
I smiled into the darkness. There was nothing "just" about metaphors, I was beginning to think; they followed me everywh — Rachel Hartman, Shadow Scale
I smiled into the darkness. There was nothing "just" about metaphors, I was beginning to think; they followed me everywh — Rachel Hartman, Shadow Scale
I smiled into the darkness. There was nothing "just" about metaphors, I was beginning to think; they followed me everywh — Rachel Hartman, Shadow Scale
I smiled into the darkness. There was nothing "just" about metaphors, I was beginning to think; they followed me everywh — Rachel Hartman, Shadow Scale
I smiled into the darkness. There was nothing "just" about metaphors, I was beginning to think; they followed me everywh — Rachel Hartman, Shadow Scale
I smiled into the darkness. There was nothing "just" about metaphors, I was beginning to think; they followed me everywh — Rachel Hartman, Shadow Scale
I smiled into the darkness. There was nothing "just" about metaphors, I was beginning to think; they followed me everywh — Rachel Hartman, Shadow Scale
I smiled into the darkness. There was nothing "just" about metaphors, I was beginning to think; they followed me everywh — Rachel Hartman, Shadow Scale
I smiled into the darkness. There was nothing "just" about metaphors, I was beginning to think; they followed me everywh — Rachel Hartman, Shadow Scale
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I smiled into the darkness. There was nothing "just" about metaphors, I was beginning to think; they followed me everywhere, illuminating and failing and illuminating again.

— Rachel Hartman, Shadow Scale
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