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... life didn’t mean losing life’s meaning altogether.
But the weariness in her face and the heaviness in her brows showed it clearly—without that one radiant color, her world had dimmed.
"Open your mouth," Harry said gently.
Priscilla shook her head, hesitant.
Dandelion had already summoned many doctors. All had diagnosed the injury, and all had failed. Each hope, when dashed, made the despair heavier.
Harry snapped his fingers lightly.
Her head tilte ...
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