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Monday, December 6, 2010
The Hunted - Book - Prolugue
Eleans' eyes were wide as another wagon burst into flames. The grey eyes that normally had the wisdom of a thousand years hidden behind them, just had fear. Unable to handle the screams and the sight of her gypsy home being burned, she covered her ears, closed her eyes, and curled into a ball right there, hoping......praying this was only a dream, a nightmare.
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