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Run,

"Run," he whispered. "Run." "No, Rand," I said, brushing the dirt from his face. "I'm tired of running." "Forgive me, please." He clutched my hand as his eyes beseeched me through tears of pain. "You're forgiven." He sighed once, then stopped breathing. The shine in his brown eyes dulled. I pulled his hood over his head."
Maria V. Snyder

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