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"Patroclus,'' Achilles tilted his face up with a gentle finger under his chin. ''I would recognize you in total darkness, were you mute and I deaf. I would recognize you in another lifetime entirely, in different bodies, different times. And I would love you in all of this, until the very last star in the sky burnt out into oblivion'."
― Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles
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