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“The carved wood wore into his shoulder, a reassuring discomfort. He pressed himself against it, parting the bed curtains, and with his right eye saw the light of strength dimming from a man he used to fancy was his lover.” — Elizabeth Bear
The carved wood wore into his shoulder, a reassuring discomfort. He pressed himself against it, parting the bed curtains, and with his right eye saw the light of strength dimming from a man he used to fancy was his lover.