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| 50a2c94 | To them, as to Magnus, time was like rain, glittering as it fell, changing the world, but something that could also be taken for granted. Until you loved a mortal. Then time became gold in a miser's hands, every bright year counted out carefully, infinitely precious, and each one slipping through your fingers. | magnus-bane mortal pass precious taken-for-granted time year | Cassandra Clare |