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so. she thought of it too. mahler paused in the beginning of his german lesson to look solemnly at her with a knowing sheen to his lilac stare. "then ve apologize again." he was quite set upon continuing no more sins between them. only the omittance of the dark stains burnt into the hallway of his bleaker memory.
the dry summer air would thaw the lingering cough. it was only just the start of the season, mahler told himself. the feral air of sagtannet had done him well, and so would the humidity found near the eastern ponds, along the far border. there were many things to attempt, and so he saw no reason to reveal his malady, for he meant to put an end swiftly to it.
"i vill be very honest vith you going forvard, vylla," he said softly, searching the perfection of her hesitant features. "any actions i take outside of the vones between us are for rivenvood. but i am not alone in leadership, therefore i am not more beholden — not as behold as i vonce vas. as i vonce made myself be."
the echo of time in the harbinging baritone of his earnest voice.