Shadows and Smoke
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READER DESCRIPTION: French-Russian descent. Green eyes, ginger hair (frizzy curls), pale skin, freckles. Tattoo sleeve (right arm) (colorful artistic rendition of French Revolutionary artwork, French anarchist poetry). Shrapnel scarring (upper back, back of neck, back of left arm). 5'3". READER has an older brother named Alon.
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