“Are you cold?” He asked her, cocking his head to one side like a puppy, so close that the heat of his words warmed her cheek. It was equally as beautiful but not quite so fine as the daughter's. “Shot through the lungs,” he remarked. The colour slowly left her cheeks, the lines of her mouth hardened. The fates are never so kind to me.
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