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... ould have called you a liar,” Adam said, his voice hoarse. He lay upon his bed, his skin pale as milk, his veins like rivers of black.
Vonda sat beside him, holding the back of his hand, feeling how cold her husband had become. She brushed along the back of his knuckles as the half elf stared at the ceiling, his eyes half glazed over with exhaustion.
“I was warned that it was going to be rough,” Adam admitted, closing his eyes. “It doesn’t matter, though.”
"You promised t ...
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