Amy Eddowes

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Kaladin knelt, struggling with his grief. You have to learn when to care, son. His father’s voice. And when to let go. You’ll grow calluses. He never had. Storm him, he never had. It was why he’d never made a good surgeon. He couldn’t lose patients.
Words of Radiance (The Stormlight Archive, #2)
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