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[sparrow565]

She offered her arm, smiling that quietly deceptive smile that I always prayed graced my eyes, and mine alone, though by now I knew better than to hold any illusions about her motives. And yet, as always, her smile compelled my lips to curve upwards, my waist to bow, my arm to cradle hers, and my heart to melt. Elbows interlaced, we decended the

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[dark_caduceus4]

I can't help but feel like the sage blessing the warrior and the priest in yellow at once. Perhaps betrayal does not flinch my soul any longer; or better still, the wounds it inflicts happen to be superficial compared with the scars of many lifetimes.

Beautiful and heart-wrenching, nonetheless.