Restless Vespers
by Blackwood

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"He pulls his hand from hers to pinch the bridge of his nose, quelling heartache for what is lost -- family, friends, comrades -- to say nothing of the life they once knew.

'You do miss it, don't you?' she murmurs. 

His eyes flit back to hers. 'Do you?'"

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