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... re daunting and somewhat bizarre.
Listening to uncle Bill's word of advice, which she initially ditched as a joke, Leyla locked the window and put the hunting gun hanging in her uncle's room next to her bed.
Even after getting ready for her slumber, Leyla stayed awake and had trouble sleeping. She jolted by the owls hooting and suffered from the suddenly-flashing nightmares. The duke's countenance often dawned between dreams of her being beaten or thrown away. The memory of their ...
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