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"The voice of an angel on earth," she says, "for my
soul." This time he is the silent one; he nods once and
looks at her. She thinks about flames and burns and scars
and glances, briefly, at the mark on her wrist. She knows
her answer. She has always known. She extends a hand
and he grasps it firmly, his eyes piercing into hers. She.
speaks the words without hesitation, her voice steady and
firm. She knows that there is a right decision and a wrong
decision, and she knows, without question, which one she
is making. He is waiting, his lips upturned ever so
slightly, for her answer in words. When she speaks it, she
knows, it will become real. Her voice will be the thing
that seals the contract.

"Yes. We have a deal."

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