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“He reached up and brushed his knuckles over the wetness on my cheek. The smallest smile touched his bloodstained lips. "Someone to mourn me." He dropped his hand, as if the weight were too much. "No grave," he gasped, his hand tightening on mine, "for them to desecrate." "All right," I said. The tears came harder. There will be nothing left. He shuddered. His eyelids drooped. "Once more," he said. "Speak my name once more." He was ancient, I knew that. But in this moment he was just a boy- brilliant, blessed with too much power, burdened by eternity. "Aleksander." His eyes fluttered shut. "Don't let me be alone," he murmured. And then he was gone.” — Leigh Bardugo
He reached up and brushed his knuckles over the wetness on my cheek. The smallest smile touched his bloodstained lips. "Someone to mourn me." He dropped his hand, as if the weight were too much. "No grave," he gasped, his hand tightening on mine, "for them to desecrate."
"All right," I said. The tears came harder. There will be nothing left.
He shuddered. His eyelids drooped.
"Once more," he said. "Speak my name once more."
He was ancient, I knew that. But in this moment he was just a boy- brilliant, blessed with too much power, burdened by eternity.
"Aleksander."
His eyes fluttered shut. "Don't let me be alone," he murmured. And then he was gone.