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 whispered, like a prayer for mercy. 'What is the message that you bring?'

Her lips moved very slightly. The smile broke out again like moonlight across the lowered face. The words dropped through the sky. Very slowly, very distinctly, they fell into his open heart: simple as wind or rain.

'Leave⁠—me⁠—as⁠—I⁠—am⁠—and⁠—as⁠—you⁠—found⁠—me. Leave⁠—us⁠—together⁠—as⁠—we⁠—are⁠—and⁠—as⁠—we⁠—were.'