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Mairlynn's hand shuddered for a moment. She never knew much about her father, he hadn't really raised her. And here, in this book, were the innermost workings of his mind. His hows and whys. It felt as if it might be getting too close, but she couldn't let that stop her.

Mairlynn had spent the last months living with her grandmother. Growing up she never would have thought that she would be living this way, with a woman who had a small blood relation, in conditions that were completely alien to her. But there were things that she wanted to know about her father, and this was the only place where she could learn them.