The souls of amber
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When night and day collide...
"It is much the same. When I first met her, I was changed. What feeling of cold I had left me. She was like gold, a furnace of passion and fury. She could burn anyone into pure gold or ashes; whatever she chooses. But I saw that she too burned herself. How am I to save her? There were things I turned cold that I persevered in my own keep and if she were to touch those, would she become cold too?"
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