the touch that lingers ; fourth wing
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Selene Quinnell is no stranger to pain.
In fact, she's spent her whole life surrounded by it. Physically, and mentally. With walls higher than the tallest mountain peak in navarre, she's more than prepared to her next three years at basgaith alone... until a certain boy with onxy eyes returns to her life.
Xaden Riorson x fem oc
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