Nehemia was gone. And the world … it was moving on without her. When Sam had died, she had tucked him into her heart, tucked him in alongside her other beloved dead, whose names she kept so secret she sometimes forgot them. But Nehemia—Nehemia wouldn’t fit. It was as if her heart was too full of the dead, too full of those lives that had ended well before their time. She couldn’t seal Nehemia away like that, not when that bloodstained bed and those ugly words still haunted her every step, every breath. So Celaena just hovered at the pianoforte, tracing her fingers over the keys again and
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