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She was a whirling cloud of death, a queen of shadows,
They had walked out of darkness and pain and despair together.
Then she smiled with every last shred of courage, of desperation, of hope for the glimmer of that glorious future. “Let’s go rattle the stars.�
“What was it like?� Manon asked quietly. “To love.� For love was what it had been—what Asterin perhaps alone of all the Ironteeth witches had felt, had learned. “It was like dying a little every day. It was like being alive, too. It was joy so complete it was pain. It destroyed me and unmade me and forged me.
