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... and stole the air from his lungs.
He looked at her, this magnificent, terrifying woman standing on the edge of oblivion, demanding to go out like a supernova rather than a fading ember. Denying her would be the only true betrayal.
He nodded, a jerky movement, and took her hand. Her grip was crushing, the hand of a warrior in her prime, burning with a borrowed fire that was already starting to flicker.
He led her off the cold balcony and back into the dim triage ward. The ...
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