Syria?" said her husband, and Elaine bet Panel heard the mangling of her name as music." You sound like a marsh frog," she said, moving to stand before his chair. By the flickering light she saw him smile." Where have you been," she asked. "My dear. I've needed you so much."" Eyyia," he tried again, and stood up. His eyes were black hollows. They would always be hollows. He opened his arms, and she moved into the space they made in the world, and laying her head against his chest she permitted herself the almost unimaginable luxury of grief.

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