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“Then, Pan, when that’s done, maybe I can think about us. In the right way, the way I would like to—not just because of last night or some other night but because there might be a whole lot of nights, maybe even a lifetime. I can think about it because then there will be a future that isn’t measured in hours or days.”

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Book:The Measure of the Magic
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The Measure of the Magic

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Terry Brooks
Terry Brooks

Terry Brooks is a distinguished American fantasy writer, recognized for his epic fantasy series, The Sword of Shannara. Born on January 8, 1944, he has made a significant impact on the fantasy genre with his imaginative storytelling and richly detailed worlds. more

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