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Everleigh MilesDear Readers, as this series will be available in print next year, I try to keep the length of each book to 250,000-350,000 words. This book is currently 250,000 words long, so we are winding our way towards the start of the fourth book in the series (yet to be named). Follow on social media for updates :-) I will add another author's note to the book when I have written the last chapter, letting you know how many until the end. Thanks for reading :-)
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