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“When Delphine saw the knight's eyes soften, she reached her small hand out, and he took it in his large one. And she led him down to the stream, and, with its cool water, washed his head and his feet, and helped him wash the anger from his heart”

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Between Two Fires

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Christopher Buehlman
Christopher Buehlman

Christopher Buehlman is an American playwright known for his works in the genres of suspense and horror. Born in 1969, he graduated from the Tisch School of the Arts at New York University. Buehlman's works often blend literary and dramatic elements, enjoying popularity among readers and audiences. more

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