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Make Them Laugh(Drafting)

 Make Them Laugh(Drafting) 

Nichola didn't know what to expect when she became a jester, but it wasn't finding out Lady Elvira is the court assassin. 

Will she be able to escape the death associated with her new role, or will Lady Elviras decent into madness pull her down with it? 



This book is currently in the drafting stages, if you have any questions please email: h24huber@gmail.com 


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