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If you let go of me now,” I whispered, stretching against him, “it could be another six hundred years before you find me again. Are you willing to take that risk?

Anne Fortier

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Anne Fortier
Age: 52
Born: 1971
Born: November 10
Novelist
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DK
Years
Whispered
Six
Hundred
Risk
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Another
Find
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