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and Clary felt her breath catch.
herown ongoing graphic story — the tale ofa king's son
was undera curse that meant that ejenyone he lovéd
pould die. She'd put evetything She had into dreaming
her dark, romantic, shadowy prince, and here he
standing in front of her— thesame pale skin, the s
tumbling hair, and eyes so dark, the pupilssee d
tomeld with the itis. The same high cheekbo
and deep-set, shadowed eyes fringed with longush&.
She kneu.) she'd never set eyes on this boy before, and yet