th a cold touch a

my life force

into Julian Thorne, nine times I ha

ealing was for Cassie Dane,

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ch act of sacrifice would melt h

m directly, a desperate gamble to sav

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ent, humming with the earth's energ

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he'd said, his voice devo

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amiliar window, the window of

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ond c

ar, out of place on the mou

's parents, stepped out. Their fa

ulian... his illness, it's back. Worse than bef

ople who had once eagerly

a stark contrast to the s

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face

the words feeling true and final.

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ife wa