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... form to cling to him. He could feel the erratic rhythm of her heart against his chest, a slow agitated drumbeat that mirrored the chaos of her soul.
"You are trembling," he noted, his voice a small rumble that seemed to vibrate through her body. He reached down, his large hand covering the back of her head, his fingers tangling in her dark hair, forcing her to look up at him. "Is the world so cruel, sister?"
Ling’er’s eyes, little wide and mostly watery, locked onto his. The mad ...
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