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“Dost regret now how fine a gift thou hast given us, sweet sister?” “Oh, sister,” Elizabeth answered, her voice rich and low over the colors of a grief Will imagined was almost like an old, familar friend, “I’ve always been weak in the face in the face of these rash, these beautiful boys.” — Elizabeth Bear
Dost regret now how fine a gift thou hast given us, sweet sister?”
“Oh, sister,” Elizabeth answered, her voice rich and low over the colors of a grief Will imagined was almost like an old, familar friend, “I’ve always been weak in the face in the face of these rash, these beautiful boys.