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me.
In that instant, the Briana Gallagher who balanced books and smiled politely at vicious women disappeared.
The girl Arthur Gallagher had built in the Wyoming wilderness opened her eyes.
The years of suppression shattered.
Adrenaline flooded her body.
Time slowed.
She did not scream.
She did not run.
She stripped off the cashmere blanket and kicked away continue reading …
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