The Woman Who Practiced Being Me

Mira had practiced my name until it looked tired.

It was the first thing I saw after Sera emptied the stolen packet onto the table.

Not jewels.

Not weapons.

Pages.

Dozens of them.

My name written over and over until the ink almost became my hand.

Liora Venn.

Liora Venn.

Liora Venn.

At firs...

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