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But Isabel had advantages of her own. The leather cord knotted up and down the length of her right forearm and the string of turquoise beads that lined it weren’t just for show: they were the legacy of her tribe, Child of Water’s first weapon against the horrors of the ancient world. She didn’t have her shotgun — it wasn’t the sort of thing she could fit into a purse or stick in he…
Celia McKinley
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