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... . Finally and forever and no regret in the world could reunite them.
He sat, dazed, in front of the altar she'd made of their bedroom for the whole night. When he emerged the next morning, his signature ice-blue hair was silver. He had lost twenty years of his youth in a single night.
He sent Annelotte Lance with Wayerliss before sunset that very day.
He hated the little thing. Her coming into existence was what had pushed his wife over the edge. If she'd neve ...
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