He smiles sadly. "Now I know my destiny."" What is it?"" This." He draws me in to him in a kiss. His lips are warm. He pulls me tighter in his embrace. The roots sigh and release their hold on my waist and the wound in my side is healed. "Martin," I cry, kissing his cheeks. "It's let me go."" That's good," he says. He makes a small cry. His back arches, and every muscle in his body tightens.

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