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It was all he needed. It was all anyone needed. A hand to take ours. A hand reaching out from the gloom. To welcome us, to assure us that our loneliness – that which we knew all our lives and so fought against with each breath we took – that loneliness has at last come to an end. Making death the most precious gift of all.
The Crippled God (Malazan Book of the Fallen, #10)
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