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"i seized his consciousness, held it to me, but it was like gripping a shadow. he was a boy in my arms, frightened and struggling against he knew not what. then he was gone. like a bubble popping.
i had thought i had glimpsed the frailty of life when i held the dead child in my arms. now i knew it. here, and then not here. even a snuffed candle may leave a trailing wisp of smoke. my king was simply gone."

"son of my son, blood of my blood. in my own way, i have loved you" rip shrewd, ik ga nooit een solid mening over je kunnen vormen

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