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violence has changed me. / My body has grown cold like the stripped fields; / now there is only my mind, cautious and wary, / with the sense it is being tested. — Louise Glück, from “October,” Averno: Poems

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The flowers, strewn about in no particular order, were waiting on his doorstep. A note lay beside them.

"This is what you want, isn't it? For me to die?" His silver eyes remained on me, never giving the blade a second glance. "I should," whispered Corvin. "But I don't."

For me to die?" His silver eyes remained on me, never giving the blade a second glance. "I should," whispered Corvin. Whole thing reminds me of Aylis and Terrin scene.

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