The Fire on Blackwater Street
"Her mouth was a sunken heart-shape, full and pretty. “I have something else I want you to do, Caleb. Will you do it for me?”
Caleb felt anxiety start up somewhere at the bottom of his stomach but he steeled himself. “What is it?”
Wynter’s arm moved; it was a very subtle movement but she was clutching a knife in her bony hands suddenly, the hilt facing Caleb. Her short gold hair floated around her narrow face. “I want you to kill me.”"
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