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Finally, Flint looked up at his brother, after trying to stem
the bleeding as best as he could. In his heart, he knew there
was nothing more he could do.
The brothers' eyes met in a pain-filled gaze. "You'd better
get out there," Flint said hoarsely. "I'll be... following
along." He could say no more, dropping his head to hide his
tears.
"I'm sorry, Flint," replied the gruff farmer. Ruberik shuf-
fled wearily out the door.
Flint turned back to Perian. She looked as beautiful as
ever to him. A few strands of coppery hair curled across her
forehead, but the skin below that hair was so pale, now - so
horribly pale. And at Perian's too-white throat Flint saw the
aspen leaf necklace.
Suddenly her eyes fluttered open, and Flint's heart leaped.
She smiled at him weakly, and her hand closed, ever so
faintly, around his. Her lips parted slightly, but she didn't
have the strength to speak.
"My Perian..." Flint said, choking the words around his
tears. Her hand tightened once more, breaking his heart.
And then she was gone. Flint held her long afterward, still
unaware of the battle outside. His grief threatened to tear
him apart
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