“❝He remembered the way love had burned through him like a flame under glass, grasping outward, devouring what air it had left before it choked. How he hated it; desperately he had tried to keep it burning.❞ ──𝐌𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐡 𝐍𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫, These Violent Delights.”
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