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Rubies flew like drops of blood from the chest of a dying prince, and he sank to his knees in the water and with his last breath murmured a woman’s name.
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“Promise me,” she had cried, in a room that smelled of blood and roses…when he gave her his word, the fear had gone out of his sister’s eyes. [He] remembered the way she had smiled then, how tightly her fingers had clutched his as she gave up her hold on life, the rose petals spilling from her palm, dead and black.
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