"Alina," the Darkling... «Ruin and Rising»

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  tacha_v

  7 июля 2021

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  "Alina," the Darkling repeated, his fingers seeking mine. I was surprised to find fresh tears filling my eyes. He reached up and brushed his knuckles over the wetness on my cheek. The smallest smile touched his bloodstained lips. "Someone to mourn me." He dropped his hand, as if the weigh were too much. "No grave," he gasped, his hand toghtening on mine, "for them to desecrate." "All right," I said. The tears came harder. There will be nothing left. He shuddered. His eyelids dropped. "Once more," he said. "Speak my name once more." He was ancient, I knew that. But in this moment he was just a boy - brilliant, blessed with too much power, burdened by eternity. "Aleksander." His eyes fluttered shut. "Don't let me be alone," he said. And then he was gone.

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