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... h the underbrush chase me. Arrows flies, edges dusted with silver aconite. Already, one sticks through my knee, forcing me into a hobbling run, the poison spreading through me quick as death, slowing my speed, blurring my vision.
Wet tears roll down my cheeks.
Lucien.
Oh gods, how could I have forgotten? How could I have spent so long retrieving my memories, dabbling with the mortals, living with them, dining with them, loving them, that I’d forgotten why I made a deal wi ...
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