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The starlight found Sylvia, even in a place like this.
the bright sun shall bring all to light.
Ah, the bright sun would very much like to bring all to light, but it cannot.
“I am begging you.”
What depths would you sink to? Lorelei wanted to ask. How will you convince me?
a wolf whose voice echoes in his mind.
But sometimes she believed she had been doomed to misery, like the victim of some fairy-tale curse. It was a devouring sort of sadness, the kind that did not grow lighter when you shared it.
“Everything becomes more vicious and more beautiful in its final moments.”
“Don’t speak ill of the dead.” “I speak the truth of the dead. Death is maybe the only time we get to speak the truth about a person.
Sylvia, always there in the edges of her awareness—and
The sound of her name drew her up short. It was the first time Lorelei had ever spoken it aloud, and now she feared she might never stop. Sylvia, Sylvia, Sylvia. It felt like the rhythm of her own heart. Like something she could not survive without.
Some gulfs were too wide to cross.
I can’t cut off any more pieces of myself. I’m nearly bled dry.”
It wasn’t wise to take your eyes off a dying thing.
When you had nothing left to lose, you could afford to be recklessly, violently unpredictable.
“There will always be another war.”
“One word from you, and I shall be the happiest woman in the universe.” “What.” “Not that one,” Sylvia said.
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