Even when we win, we lose, Lyss thought. — Cinda Williams Chima, Shadowcaster
Even when we win, we lose, Lyss thought. — Cinda Williams Chima, Shadowcaster
Even when we win, we lose, Lyss thought. — Cinda Williams Chima, Shadowcaster
Even when we win, we lose, Lyss thought. — Cinda Williams Chima, Shadowcaster
Even when we win, we lose, Lyss thought. — Cinda Williams Chima, Shadowcaster
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Even when we win, we lose, Lyss thought.

— Cinda Williams Chima, Shadowcaster
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