“Wife,” he says, his own voice shocked. And then he pulls me against him. War buries his face in my neck, and his huge body begins to tremble. It takes me a moment to realize he’s weeping. “You’re alive,” I say, amazed, running my fingers through the hair on his head. I’d feared that this death was going to be his last. But how … ? “You shouldn’t have come for me,” he says, his voice hoarse. I pull away a little to look at him, and I touch one of his tears. I’ve never seen the horseman weep. “I love you,” I say. I bottled up those words until it was nearly too late. They rush out of me now. “I
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