"The air changed, lifting like the breeze in a long-ago garden. It's you, Will thought, as though they knew each other. Palaces fallen to ruin, grass grown over the fields where armies fought, a world with all its wonders gone, except for fragments, glimmers that left you breathless. He was beautiful. A golden boy, he might have been carved from fine marble by some master, but there was no one in the world who-
— Jun 02, 2022 09:39AM
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