Obituary (1) Rian had always thought there was no way he could ever forget Tess’s voice, and yet it felt strangely faint in his memory. “Huh?” When he looked up toward the ridge, Tess was sitting astride a black horse, on the verge of tears. “You bastard…” When he was standing there with all his limbs intact. “Haha, Tess? Long...
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