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in marriage, an alliance forged

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: a trestle bridge ahead, sabot

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this train, her face a ma

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hoed the disdain she' d shown

once thought I could love, the

ed away in that Monaco fire and

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avalanche, Elias here rerouted us and found a s

with fear, turned to me, ho

one woman cried,

sperate faces, then

y flesh, the murky water filling

my voice flat,

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