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her death was so long in the past that sometimes it seemed unreal, and yet the wound of her loss had scarred both of us badly.
Everyone makes choices, and no one knows what may be the end of any of them. If my own was to blame for many things, it was not to blame for everything. Nor was harm all that had come of it.
“The past is gone—the future is not come. And we are here together, you and I.”
“To see the years touch ye gives me joy, Sassenach,” he whispered, “—for it means that ye live.”
there was a hole in my heart that fit her shape exactly.
