“It is, if anything, a little above the average,” Brendon admitted. Even the light was different in Athens, soft and golden, sweet as the morning dew blessed by Athena herself. We may meet—who can tell? But I will not be fettered, even though you would make the chains of roses. “John?” He turned around in the recliner.
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