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“Ghosts are not something you compete with. One doesn’t go to battle with that which he can’t fight. You don’t jump into the mist and attempt to slice it with a knife. You can do that with flesh and bone, with something that bleeds, someone whose scars are visible, someone you can touch and know it’s real, but not with someone who’s left behind wounds deeper than one could fathom. I see that now. He’s given himself away. I’ve fallen in love with a broken man.”
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