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"We get to come back," Aelin said, pushing her hand harder and harder into her wound until the blood stopped, until it was only her tears that flowed. "Dorian, from this loss--from this darkness. We get to come back, and I came back for you." She was weeping now, weeping as that wind faded away and her wound knitted closed. The prince's daggers had gone slack in his hands. And on his finger, Athril's golden ring glowed. "Fight it," she panted. The sun angled closer. " . We get to come back."
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