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That was how we sisters worked. When one was weak, another picked up the strength.
We are Romanovs. The bond of our hearts—” “—spans miles, memory, and time,” Maria finished.
I was determined to be as he asked. To be humble. To be forgiving. To always hold to hope.
We also knew that rhythm was a fierce weapon against despair.
“Our only hopes are rescue or to soften hearts.”
“Can their hearts be softened?” “It’s not up to you to soften theirs. It’s up to you to keep yours soft.
