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“We all carry our sins, Nina. I need you to live so I can atone for mine." "You can do that without me, you know." "I don't want to" "Matthias", she said. Running her fingers through the close crop of his hair. It hurt. The world hurt. Touching him hurt, but she still did it. She might not ever get to again. "I am not sorry" He took her hand and kissed her knuckles gently. She winced, but when he tried to pull away, she clutched him tighter. "Stay," she panted. Tears leaked from her eyes. "Still till the end." "And after," he said. "And always.”

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Six of Crows

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Leigh Bardugo
Leigh Bardugo

Leigh Bardugo is a contemporary American author known for her fantasy novels. Born on April 6, 1975, she graduated from Stanford University with a degree in Comparative Literature. Bardugo's works have received critical acclaim for their complex characters, rich imagination, and profound themes. more

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