Secrets...were cancers. Secrets festered. Secrets ate away at your innards, leaving behind nothing but a flimsy husk.
— Harlan Coben
The Stranger
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Secrets...were cancers. Secrets festered. Secrets ate away at your innards, leaving behind nothing but a flimsy husk.
— Harlan Coben
The Stranger
© Spoligo | 2025 All rights reserved