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- "Don't leave me," she muttered again, her voice barely a whisper, before slipping into unconsciousness.
- Lysander stared at her pale, bruised face, the pain etched into her features even as she slept. She looked so fragile, so worn down by whatever torments she had suffered. He reached out slowly, brushing a strand of damp hair from her forehead. Her skin was clammy and cold.
- She had been through hell.