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“Not all of us have a Maiden Card to heal our mortal carcasses into perfection.”
“I’d be your King, but always your servant. Never your keeper.”
Disarray and imperfection. She looked so… human, like the girl he’d seen riding through the woods. There were not enough pages in all the books Elm had read, in all the libraries he’d wandered, in all the notebooks he’d scrawled, that could measure—denote or describe—just how beautiful she was.
Autumn was slipping, the frost slow to melt. Soon, it wouldn’t melt at all.
poetry is as judicious as violence.
