Her eyes glared in the sunlight. After all, it was essentially true. She had one more chance. And he knew it.
He went skidding on his knees to where Cuthbert lay, and grabbed him under one arm. Before he reached her, she had already used the edge of the quartz to cut off part of the golden tress she held. “You’re dying. It makes me feel as ancient as a .
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