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For she was my death made flesh, and she was beautiful.
How many men get to watch their death crawling toward them, in utter obedience, with spite in her eyes?
But we were here because she trusted me. For what reasons, I did not know, because the thoughts I had around her, even when we were quiet in the same room together, should’ve been enough to catch my books on fire.