Come on.’ I held out my hand. ‘I’ve got you.’ “But she pursed her split lips. Rubbed her bruised eyes. Gutter-hard and street-sharp, and I saw the truth. Though she’d no clue how to swing a sword, still she’d picked one up to defend me. Though she’d no reason to come back for me, still she’d returned. And though they’d beaten on her hard as they dared, still, she wasn’t broken. “‘I’ve got me,’ she said. “And standing, she leapt onto the frozen shore.”
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