Kim South

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But something—our situation, his injury, I could not say—had brought a strange openness to his face. It was the same face I’d seen for the last twelve years: angled features, long, narrow nose, dark eyes. But now I saw the dimple in his chin, the thick lashes of his eyes. I saw the determined set of his jaw as he fought the pain.
A Game of Hearts
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