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When he finally spoke, his voice was soft, his astonishment palpable. “You cried for me?” “It has been noted,” she whispered, “that I perhaps cry too much.” “You used your own tears,” he said, all but broken, “to wash the blood from my face?”
These Infinite Threads (This Woven Kingdom, #2)
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