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I return briefly to Gwynne, long enough to kiss his brow and whisper to him what I should have understood lifetimes ago, what I should have told him every night and every morning. “I am yours.” This time, when I push my face into the pool, when the water fills my mouth and floods my lungs, I am smiling. They will never sing my name.
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The Six Deaths of the Saint (Into Shadow, #3)
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