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she knew the exact cadence of her breath as she slept.
She really had been blind, if she had refused to acknowledge how beautiful Sylvia was before now. The Absolute was much closer than she’d ever believed. It was not in God, not in nature. It was right here before her. Close enough to touch. Close enough to profane.
She wanted and wanted and wanted, so much and so deeply she feared her greed was boundless when it came to Sylvia von Wolff.
“There is absolutely nothing I can offer you, save my devotion.
