The flame went out, the wick still smouldered in the darkness, but he had moved on. I worship Kristian's strength of my own free will, as I'd worship the perfection of a Michelangelo sculpture. I never wanted this to happen. It's enough to make one reach for the brandy… Why are you smiling? Because you answered my question without seeming to think it at all strange.
The room turned bright and solid again. She hurried to the doorway then stopped, compelled to turn back. It is too late. All my life I've felt powerless.
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