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My body is made of scars, some were done to me, but most I did to myself.
It was an honor to know death came in one hard blow rather than the sum of a thousand pricks.
“The weight you bear is not your punishment, Keera. It is your heart. One day it will stop bleeding.”
made of pieces, sharp edges that tore into me with every move I made. Every breath I took. “A broken blade can be mended.”
“Keera,” Riven said, looking at the dagger in my hands and then gazing out the window. “You could cut me worse than any blade.”
