No More Chances, Mr. Thorne
th a cold touch a
my life force
into Julian Thorne, nine times I ha
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h, a headache, and he would t
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ch act of sacrifice would melt h
m directly, a desperate gamble to sav
his gaze remaine
eturning strength to he
ty was a shre
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ent, humming with the earth's energ
his fingers brus
he'd said, his voice devo
, no
empty
ed, air floo
snappe
amiliar window, the window of
whole.
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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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