"There is little good in me," Madoc says. "But I owe you a debt, and I have sworn to do the best by you that I know how." I rise, crossing the room to put one gloved hand against the pallid green skin of his face. He closes his cat eyes. I cannot forgive him, but I cannot hate him, either. We stand like that for a long moment, then he looks up, takes my unbandaged hand, and kisses the back of it, mouth against cloth.
— Oct 01, 2025 12:46PM
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